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

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?

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?

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

It’s the Ten Duel Commandments One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine The challenge, demand satisfaction If they apologize, no need for further action If they don’t, grab a friend, that’s your second Your lieutenant when there’s reckoning

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

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, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

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