La-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da So here we go again I know how this one ends It's a phone call from someplace far away You say you've found yourself Oh, in someone else And she makes you forget about the rain Her eyes are a golden hue

Hit the lights Let the music move you Lose yourself tonight Let the moment take you Lose control tonight It's a mad, mad world It's a perfect world When you go all the way

Oh, the good life, full of fun seems to be the ideal Mm, the good life lets you hide all the sadness you feel You won't really fall in love for you can't take the chance So please be honest with yourself, don't try to fake romance It's the good life to

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

We want it all and we want it now Tonight I'll watch your fires burn out With guns in hand we pry these guns from yours And it's burning down the walls you built high And there's a steady stream of anger And it's spilling from the coasts A tidal wave A

And then you find yourself That's when you find yourself And it's the best thing that could happen It's really just as well When you find yourself In some far off place And it causes you To rethink some things You start to sense

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

To me it's nothing This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye I'm taking all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see