Oh, well, I love you, girl Okay, okay, ready? Okay, dynamics with tension Fun and laughter for all, honky rock A one, two, a one, two, three, four If you knew, Peggy Sue Then you'd know why I feel blue About Peggy, my Peggy Sue Yes, I love you, Peggy Sue

Just let them know Call it suicide Don't fabricate Just tell them babe It was suicide Don't sugarcoat it It's loving and giving when you take too much If somebody asked how we died One, two, ready

They say they ready for whatever! One for the money, two for the show They say they ready for whatever Three for them hoes saying anything goes I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back And you know it

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

"We've done four already but now we're steady And then they went: One, two, three, four" Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Got no time to pack my bags, my foots outside the door I got a date, I

It's on, it's on, it's on One, two, three, four Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not La-la-la-la-la, let me see how you rock Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top Cause we, 'cause

But stay off of my blue suede shoes Well, you can do anything Step on my blue suede shoes Well, it's one for the money Two for the show Three to get ready But don't you Well do anything that you want to do

Do the dance (do the dance) The way you move is a mystery You're always there for music and me Do the D.A.N.C.E. Stick to the B.E.A.T. Just easy as A.B.C. One, two, three, four, five Get ready to ignite You were such a P.Y.T.

Can't live, can't live without you Stand up and shout We're ready to rock, we're ready to roll Stand up and shout Are you ready, are you ready Come on and get it One, two, one, two, three, four You stand in front of the band with all those scarves in

You're screwed up and brilliant And look like a million dollar man I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way, I don't know So why is my heart broke? One for the money, two for the show You said I was the most exotic flower