Why not believe in me? You got to believe in somethin' Doodle wop a-rat-a-tat boom Take the chain off your brain I'll make the sound of a jet plane zoom I'll make the sound of a fire What have I, I done to you To make you mean And treat me the way you do?

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on

(Speed demon) Pull over boy Speedin' on the freeway Gotta get a lead way Get your ticket right Doin' it on the highway Gotta have it my way Mind is like a compass I'm stoppin' at nothin'

Love comes again Just when I've broken down I found Love can come again Of paths to be chosen Shall lead us back to here Because our You gotta believe that You have become What you have always been

Oh no no, oh no no She’s confident Don’t do it to me, oh no no, oh no no And I’m down with it You could tell by the way she walks in the room Still I gotta have it Then she started dancing, sexual romancing What’s your nationality? I wonder if there’s

He got it, I want it I want a mistress for Christmas Mistress for Christmas Easy come, easy go They got it, I can't have it She got it, and I can't get it (For Christmas) You gotta send me down

Oh give me some of that magic, magic Baby, oh, oh You know I gotta have it, have it It's the way you look when you want me close When your hair falls down raining glitter and gold Oh give me some of that magic, magic baby Make me want you more and

Katy Katy stay away from me I could never quit you, no You gotta let me be Sharpened up my razor, picked a piece of ground One of these dark and moonless nights Singing soft and low Hand in hand we laid the deed And evil we have done Evil I will do no

Already gone I'm already gone So I'm already gone I want you to know That it doesn't matter Where we take this road Someone's gotta go And I want you to know You couldn't have loved me better

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta