You're my boomerang boomerang Ready to throw, ready to throw Letting you go, letting you go (booma-rang-rang) Movin' on, movin' on (booma-rang-rang) I know I’ll see you tomorrow 'Cause I'm bad to letting you go, letting you go Letting you go, letting you

Crazy bout you baby I'm Crazy bout you baby What can I do? I'm in love with you Everything about you makes my heart go boom Spend all day dreaming how its gonna be When the sun goes down and you're next to me Holding you close feels so right

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing And they pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck yeah Pull up and wreck yeah, pull up and wreck Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing Like,

Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous ? Sonnez les matines ! Ding, daing, dong !

1, 2, X is comin' for you 5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8, don't stay up late 3, 4, better lock your door 3, 4, you better lock your door Who's afraid of the dark? Responsible for the murders in the park When I bark, they hear the boom, but you see the

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

Now jump up let's get krazy Now jump up let's get krazy (jump) (jump) (jump) (jump) Boom boom I'm a make 'em go krazy Yo mama she gets krazy (everybody) Sube sube sube Sube el volumen Blanquitas they get krazy (hey) (let's go) Negritas they get krazy

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!