It's like counting up to three (One, two, three) Sing a simple melody (Do re mi, ABC) That's how easy love can be! One, two, three Or simple as A buh-buh buh buh-buh

But stay off of my blue suede shoes Well, you can do anything Step on my blue suede shoes Well, it's one for the money Two for the show Three to get ready But don't you Well do anything that you want to do

One, two, three, like a bird, I sing Fly away, fly away 'Cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings And I'm so glad you're here today 'Cause tomorrow I might have to go and fly away 'Cause you giving me the most beautiful set of wings And one,

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

One, two, three Right, two, three March, two, three It's just the way it is But I got a mind to show my strength And I got a right to speak my mind And I'm gonna pay for this They're gonna burn me at the stake But I got a fire in my veins

I've changed the locks Keys cut, three for the price of one Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use And you can't have one You, you know the other two The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear I hear them screeching through the door

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

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

I never heard a single word about you Falling in love wasn't my plan I never thought that I would be your lover Come on baby just understand This is real One, two, three, four This is it, here I stand

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