Turn me loose Turn me loose, I, I, I gotta keep on movin' If you tell me stay I hate you Loose, two, three, four Turn me loose, you got my mind You got my body, you got my soul Turn me loose, I'm incomplete She got my heart, I'm out of control You tell

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.

The final countdown It's the final countdown It's the final count down (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell?

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

Cause it's always been a matter of trust It's a matter of trust Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start One, two, one, two, three, four And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question

All together, now we sing in unison This is where you want to see and where you want to be One and two, three and four Go through kaleidoscope, I see you there Five and six, so many, then many more This is where you want to be It's where you want to see

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean

The final countdown It's the final countdown It's the final count down (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell?

So would you come back, would you come back to me So would you come back, you mean everything to me One, two, three, four Well, after all the times we met, you said I never was your man And though I tried hard to forget, I never quite could understand

Half empty plane on New Years Eve The pilot comes on, says the year is almost gone Five, four, three, two, one Looks like it's just me and the whiskey You ain't here to kiss me Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat Love birds in the row in front of