You want the greatest thing, the greatest thing since bread came sliced.
You want the greatest thing, the greatest thing since bread came sliced.
On an island in the sun, we’ll be playing and having fun.
In a little while, I will blow by every breeze. Friday night running, to Sunday on my knees.
Everybody report to the dance floor – it’s your chance for a little romance-or.
I’m a punk rocker, yes I am.
I’m curious to know exactly how you are. I keep my distance, but that distance is too far.
Goin’ down to the Ruby Room, I’m gonna meet my doom.
I know that you like my style.
I’m tired of fighting, fighting for a lost cause.
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle, don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto.
Me gusta viajar, me gustas tú.
Give me something to sing about. I need something to sing about.
When I got the music, I got a place to go.
You made your choice and it’s a golden opportunity to move ahead in your love career.
I told you I was trouble – you know that I’m no good.
I’ve been sitting on the curb in your neighborhood, looking at that streetlight thinking how I could just get one response, maybe a glance, but the system has its rules about the second chance.
This is such a pity. We should give all our love to each other, not this hate that destroys us.
Scratch your name into the fabric of this world before you go.
Be my, be my, be my little rock and roll queen.
It’s an experience, sweet, delirious, supernatural, super serious.
I’m gonna get free, ride into the sun.
There’s all this fighting and we don’t know what for, so the rich get richer and the poor stay poor.
Let’s get moving into action.
Hip hop just died this mornin’ and she’s dead, she’s dead.
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M. Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin.
While y’all get it goin’, we’ll get it done.
Formed in a very strong advanced post, east to west coast, ahead of time, competition not even half close.
Fast lane, high speed, on the grind, 24/7.
This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park.
We’re the renegades of funk.
Clockwork Orange synths, real horror show!
I like to wait to see how things turn out if you apply some pressure.
I have a flask but I do not have the wine. I have a suit but I do not have a dime.
Louie Louie, oh no, me gotta go. Aye-yi-yi-yi, I said Louie Louie, oh baby, me gotta go.
My heart’s on the brink, I thought you should know, and my body shakes, every time you show.
Dear New York, I hope you’re doing well. I know a lot’s happened and you’ve been through hell.
When you attack, I fall back in the wind like the lotus – put the soul in the track like my name was Otis.
Feel good from morning till the end of the day.
It’s weird at my school.
A pirate with a tune on a holiday. Ol’ lazy mister moon want a getaway. And isn’t that a moon for a milky way?
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day.
Truth is here, the truth is here.
Everybody makes mistakes, but I feel all right when I come undone.
This is the point from which I could never return, and if I back down now then forever I burn.
Take a look around you, you might not like what you see. Yeah, we’re all comfortably living in a privileged society.
I am a reverend of irreverence, I’m a shill for any sacrilege.
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare – heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare.
When you cross my mind, you best look both ways ‘cause my personality’s bigger than yours.
Feelin’ my wrath, venturing through parts of the South so dirty you’ll want to be given a bath.
I won’t spend another day in this heart attack city, it’s messed up here and everything’s money.