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

Do do do do dodo do But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down down down This used to be a fun house I'm gonna burn it down Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, one, fun I dance around this empty

I'd rather be I'd rather be with an animal I'd rather be with One, One, two, three, four, five against one Said one, one, two, three, four, five against one Five, five, five, five, five against one Five, five, five against one Torture from you to me, yeah Abducted

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, One, two, three, four, one, 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

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, One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning

So would you come back, would you come back to me So would you come back, you mean everything to me One, One, two, three, four Well, after all the times we met, you said I never was your man And though I tried hard to forget, I never quite could understand

It's on, it's on, it's on One, 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

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning

I might be the one, one, girl Ooh ooh ooh baby I just wanna be with you-ooh-ooh I don’t care if nobody approve-ooh-ooves Tell me what I got to do to prove tonight That you’re so so beautiful (One, One, two, three, four) Look around, you should be Should be

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, One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight