Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Keep on dancin' till the world ends To the next level, baby Baby, let me blow your mind I can't take it, take it, take no more Never felt like, felt like this before C'mon get me, get me on the floor DJ whatcha, whatcha waitin'

Catch the wind, see us spin But the wind won't blow You really shouldn't go That you will be mine By takin' our time, ooh Sail away, leave today Way up high in the sky, hey whoa Only goes to show And if I say to you tomorrow

Oh-oh-oh-oh Does he know you can move it like that? Whoa-oh-oh-oh Does he know you're out and I want you so bad Tonight you're mine, baby Does he know that you'll never go back? Does he know? Inside and out, baby, head to toe Your secret tattoo, the way

(Whoa-a oh oh oh) Where we're gonna go I don't care what nobody says We're gonna have a baby She's buckled up on navy She don't care what her momma says No she gonna have my baby People call us renegades We like takin' on the town

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

(And I want, and I need) (And I lust, animal) I gotta feel it in my blood, whoa oh I need your touch, don't need your love, whoa oh A wild ride, over stony ground Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your