We will be superstars, superstars, you and I Yeah, we run this party Con las manos pa' arriba, dale We will be superstars Because your touch, like poison Is running through my veins I'm on the all electric, siempre, siempre, siento We're like Bonnie and

They’ve been waiting for the dog to scratch If they don’t know by now, they about to find out Man, this is it This is what they’ve been waiting for baby This is what they’ve been waiting for Already got Grand Champ status Tell me how they feel about

I say it once You say it twice You know I like a little competition from time to time You think I'm wrong when I know I'm right You lose this ain't no kind of competition I like a man with ambition For when you gonna know it's time to let go 'Cause I

Often, often, girl I do this often Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either

Are y'all ready where you are? We could leave this world, leave it all behind We could steal this car if your folks don't mind Na na na na na, na na na na na (if you save yourself tonight) Na na na na na, na na na na na We could live forever if you've

I know too well that it had to be Stop this world, let me off There's just too many pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl has

Waitin' for you (Let's talk about love) This is a world premiere That sloppy (West, west, west) We been waitin' for you For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind? Tell me something got me losing

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

This kid's not alright You can follow them to hell This kid's not alright (you can follow them to hell) But this kid's not alright (I still don't know what I'm doing) Troubles coming for the freeman We shake them shaken with the free hand So stand tall,

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad