(Woo Woo hoo, woo woo hoo) Like I'm alive again Turn your magic on, to me she'd say Everything you want's a dream away I feel my heart beating Oh, you make me feel If we've only got this life Under this pressure, under this weight I feel my heart beneath my skin

You'll be my little friend I'm a slut like you I got a little piece of you-hoo And it's just like woo woo hoo You say you're looking for a fool I'm gonna let ya know the truth They're just our little friend You're now my little friend Yeah, yeah, yeah

Woohoo woohoo woo woo How many times can we put ourselves through this war Like all the lovers that have been here before? How many times can we watch this fade into nothing? No nothing, no nothing at all I could be anyone, anyone As long as you got every

The world keeps spinning, It won't stop, it's just beginning Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo 'Cause I got high hopes, high hopes. And when we grow old, I'll say "I told you so" 'Cause I got high (high, high) hopes Woo-hoo, woo-hoo High hopes for me and you,

Hollywood we never goin' down Can't stop, won't stop And all the kids in the hood Come on wave and shake your hands And when you're drunk shake that ass Like you know how to dance Let's dance in the Hood Shake that ass Hollywood Start getting loud I

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's gonna be your Frankenstein Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood He deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods Jigsaw Jimmy,

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

On the day we fell in love Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods Of an old Mustang, where we sang Songs with all our childhood friends Oops I got ninety-nine problems singing bye, bye, bye Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me Better

Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, baseball Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall Me and Frankie Avalon Old school Hollywood, Baseball Tony Danza cuts in line

But you just licked the envelope Three cheers for my parents, Lonely failed experiments! I guess we'll have to move The neighborhood is on to us Let's join the little babes Throwin' rocks in front of us Riding on my bicycle I pass my sister on a bus