I used to sing for you I remember there was a time When I used to sing for you Do do do, do do do One, two, one, two, three, four Sweet and high at the break of dawn Simple tune that you can hum along too Knew all the words to the popular songs

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?

(Better save the women and children first) Or could this be love? You know that magic often does And I see lonely ships upon the water Sail away with someone's daughter Yea, yea, one, two, one, two, three, four Out upon the islands on a cool summer night

It’s the Ten Duel Commandments One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine The challenge, demand satisfaction If they apologize, no need for further action If they don’t, grab a friend, that’s your second Your lieutenant when there’s reckoning

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

They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

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

Picked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah) Went to get the broom, I had to beat a bitch off (whoa) People get so crazy when you're rich and famous (ay) But I ain't no jackpot hoe, and this ain't Vegas Okay, let's get it Ay, don't be

The final countdown It's the final countdown It's the final count down (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell?

Yeah, we’re alright though She’s kinda hot though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah, she’s kinda hot though (One, two, three, four) They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that We are the leaders of the not coming back’s