Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good

That's right y'all Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out your seats, and let's get ill Party people Get out your seats And let's get ill

If I ruled the world, I would give it, give it all to you, give it, give it all to you So everybody get up, up Out of your seats Kick off your shoes, like you're down at the beach Jump up, up, up On the beat singing "Aye oh!", "Aye oh!", "Aye oh!" Up,