I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up All this on me, so yummy, all this oh so yummy You know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy Five, four, three, two, two, one Leggo! (watch me) Oh, you can talk all you want See me, I see greater

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

To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, 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

There he goes... One, two, two, one, two, two, three, four... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax... But he's always movin' much too

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, two, three, four)

To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, 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

Didn't mean to two-time ya, two-time ya Don't think it was three times, can't be more than four times You wet my eyes but I don't mind it I tell you lies but it's only sometimes You pick a fight and I'll define it I swear that I, I swear that I I only

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

Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me