Everyone knows anything goes We are the lotus kids Better take note of this For the story Let's do it all this time Everyone wishing well we go Over the laws of light Over the moon by midnight Things will never be the same

She was the gold rush By all means, she can get ahead of herself I'll already be there I'll already be there to meet her She's no traitor I've got no chaser (She doesn't love) Anything for herself But for me she goes way in, way in

Hungover in a hotel room Gucci falling on the floor with the lights down low Dancing in the dark, body killing me Throwing off sparks Lay it back baby, anything goes Spent the whole night last night all messed up, making love Girl, I swear I've never

They say they ready for whatever! One for the money, two for the show They say they ready for whatever Three for them hoes saying anything goes I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back And you know it

Oh there she goes, she goes, Got a taste of a rocking band, Standing there holding out your hand, Better lock up all your doors, She's like a spinning dynamo, You're handing out the token prize, Giving you a brand new ride, And nobody knows where she

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

My way, your way Anything goes tonight I've been thinkin' 'bout Thinkin' 'bout sex Always hungry for somethin' That I haven't had yet Well maybe baby, you got somethin' to lose Well I got somethin' I got somethin' for you

Anything goes The world has gone mad today And good’s bad today And day’s night today And black’s white today And most guys today that women prize today Are just silly gigolos In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking

Anything goes The world has gone mad today And good's bad today And black's white today And day's night today When most guys today That women prize today Are just silly gigolos So though I'm not a great romancer

In the streets it's getting hot and the youths Them a get so cold searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap, whoo As generation comes and goes You gatta make preparation for the youths them a grow It's what you reap, it's what