I used to sing for you I remember there was a time When I used to sing for you Do do do, do do do One, two, one, two, three, four Sweet and high at the break of dawn Simple tune that you can hum along too Knew all the words to the popular songs

To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, one Bang! Bang! Bang! Boy! Your goin' down, down, down, boy Bang! she shot you. Karma tastes so sweet Karma tastes so bang bang bang boy Bang! she shot

Here come the runts Baby you are a runt I am a runt Lets start the magic Lets start the sun Lets stop the holy Four three two one

One two three four five Six seven eight nine ten Now in Spanish, then in French We'll say that twice again We love you all (also forwards) I'll be gone about a week Oh, by the way, I brought brought her pillow

Till the end of time Oh yes, we'll keep on trying We'll just keep on trying One two three four While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow

It's what you feel now Dead from the neck up We thought you had it in you But no, no, no What you ought to One two three four Wakey wakey Rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again

You know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) I know you want me One-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro Ella quiere su rumba (¿cómo?) Its Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix

Ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey Uh, yeah, that's what the world is today, hey Let me hear you, let me hear you say Let me hear you, let me hear you One, two, three, four People moving out, people moving in, why? Because the color of

Come on and get me Light it up and burn it down You wanna blame me? You never met me You don't need a disclaimer You're not really famous One, two, three, four Crossed out, wrists bound

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