All together, now we sing in unison This is where you want to see and where you want to be One and two, three and four Go through kaleidoscope, I see you there Five and six, so many, then many more This is where you want to be It's where you want to see

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Rock and roll, hey Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?

Ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey Uh, yeah, that's what the world is today, hey Let me hear you, let me hear you say Let me hear you, let me hear you One, two, three, four People moving out, people moving in, why? Because the color of

F-R-I-E-N-D-S Want me to spell it out for you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite I've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times Haven't I made it obvious? Don't mess it up, talking that shit Only gonna push

Till the end of time Oh yes, we'll keep on trying We'll just keep on trying One two three four While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow

Do the dance (do the dance) The way you move is a mystery You're always there for music and me Do the D.A.N.C.E. Stick to the B.E.A.T. Just easy as A.B.C. One, two, three, four, five Get ready to ignite You were such a P.Y.T.

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine There are ten things you need to know (number one!) We rowed across the Hudson at dawn My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!) Hamilton arrived with his crew Nathaniel Pendleton and a

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, one Bang! Bang! Bang! Boy! Your goin' down, down, down, boy Bang! she shot you. Karma tastes so sweet Karma tastes so bang bang bang boy Bang! she shot