Let it rock you, let it rock you Death of the Prodigy dancer One for the troubles Two for the time Three for the lyrics Four for the rhyme Where's the response? Well this is where I kill the dancer

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

I'd rather be I'd rather be with an animal I'd rather be with One, two, three, four, five against one Said one, two, three, four, five against one Five, five, five, five, five against one Five, five, five against one Torture from you to me, yeah Abducted

When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon) Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon) Pick a fight at an airport bar Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning

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 do do do dodo do But now it's full of evil clowns It's time to start the countdown I'm gonna burn it down down down This used to be a fun house I'm gonna burn it down Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, fun I dance around this empty

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine There are ten things you need to know (number one!) We rowed across the Hudson at dawn My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!) Hamilton arrived with his crew Nathaniel Pendleton and a

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

Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) One, two, three, four There's a drought at the fountain of youth My tongue is swelling up Troubled times You know I cannot lie I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home