"We've done four already but now we're steady And then they went: One, two, three, four" Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Got no time to pack my bags, my foots outside the door I got a date, I

The final countdown It's the final countdown It's the final count down (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell?

They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up All this on me, so yummy, all this oh so yummy You know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy Five, four, three, two, one Leggo! (watch me) Oh, you can talk all you want See me, I see greater

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up All this on me so yummy, all this sauce so yummy Know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy Five, four, three, two, one Leggo! (watch me) Oh, you can talk all you want Nothing I’m afraid of And I

It’s the Ten Duel Commandments One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine The challenge, demand satisfaction If they apologize, no need for further action If they don’t, grab a friend, that’s your second Your lieutenant when there’s reckoning

One, two, three, four to the five baby, I'm counting on you I've never been in love before Don't hurt me Don't give up on me What would I wanna do that for? Don't use me Take advantage of me Now I'm about to give you my heart

Cause it's always been a matter of trust It's a matter of trust Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start One, two, one, two, three, four And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question

There he goes... One, two, one, two, three, four... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax... But he's always movin' much too