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?

You fade in-out You gotta be bad enough to beat the brave Without a doubt I don't see no shine Today is just a daydream She fade in-out We fade in-out (Said, let's go) (One, two, three, four)

Come on and get me Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? You never met me You don't need a disclaimer You're not really famous One, two, three, four Crossed out, wrists bound

"We've done four already but now we're steady And then they went: One, two, three, four" Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Got no time to pack my bags, my foots outside the door I got a date, I

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

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

It's what you feel now Dead from the neck up We thought you had it in you But no, no, no What you ought to One two three four Wakey wakey Rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again

You know I want cha (want cha) One-two-three-four I know you want me (want me) I know you want me Ella quiere su rumba (¿cómo?) Uno-do'-tres-cuatro Sí es verdad que tú eres guapa Yo te voy a poner gozar

Cause it's always been a matter of trust It's a matter of trust Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start One, two, one, two, three, four And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question

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