When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon) Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon) Pick a fight at an airport bar Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning

Let it rock you, let it rock you Death of the Prodigy dancer One for the troubles Two for the time Three for the lyrics Four for the rhyme Where's the response? Well this is where I kill the dancer

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean

It's on, it's on, it's on One, two, three, four Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not La-la-la-la-la, let me see how you rock Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top Cause we, 'cause

Can't live, can't live without you Stand up and shout We're ready to rock, we're ready to roll Stand up and shout Are you ready, are you ready Come on and get it One, two, one, two, three, four You stand in front of the band with all those scarves in

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

Ashes, ashes, time to go down Ooh, honey do you want me now? Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end One, two, Melatonin is coming for you Three, four, baby, won't you lock the door? Five, six, I'm done

One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

You know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) I know you want me One-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro Ella quiere su rumba (¿cómo?) Its Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide) When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying Know