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

Lovin' me with your whole heart And two Mississippi, we scream Three Mississippi, you're gone Sayin' that you're done, you don't want it no more Like nothin' ever happened at all One Mississippi, you're here To watch each other fall apart And four

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

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Two thousand and seventy three , two thousand and eighty four , two thousand and ninety three , light years ahead you and me gone be getting down on a space bed.....we gone get married in june....we gonna be getting down on the moon, light years

One, two, three, one two, three, drink Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier On for tonight, on for tonight I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like

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

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

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

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