As the cafe was closing On a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the hit parade And I hummed a long with the tune She asked me to change the station Said the song just drove her insane But it weren't just the music playing

Twisted Sister... Come out and play... Don't be afraid Oh, welcome to our show Oh, welcome to our life Now won't you come out and play Are you afraid Of things that go bump in the night? Behind closet doors

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks When you're tryin' to be so quiet We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room

We're gonna get it, get it together right now Gonna get it, get it together somehow Gonna get it, get it together and flower Oh oh oh oh oh oh We're gonna get it, get it together I know Gonna get it, get it together and flow Gonna get it, get it together

Oh your sweet little lies And you say that life is just a game and Everyone who plays is just a pawn And shame on me it went so long How could I've been so wrong? I've forever gone, colder If life is just a game then I can hear when I hold you close to me

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she

Living just another day Living life in California L.A. to the bay Dough, we get that dough Ooh, we got to get more A.K. gun play (just another day) (A.K. gun play) See it's just another day in my neighborhood

Soon as the spinning stops, Oh no, the game starts in. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die. My life's on time, But again my sense is late. Feel a might unsteady, But still I have to play. Six to one's the odds, And, we have the highest stakes.

Who let the frog out? (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) *Music Plays* Well the party was nice, the party was pumpin' (Yippy Aye Oh!) With everybody having a ball (Yippy Aye Oh!) But I think I hear the Crazy Frog jumpin' (Yippy Aye Oh!) Up and Down and all on the