1, 2, 3, 4
Look at you man, look at the band
Look at the day, don't throw it away
I need a pill and a coffe re-fill
And everything is gonna be alright
I swear
Look at your cat and your eighty square flat
Look at your view over Stockholm's Zoo
Maybe I'm wrong but maybe I'm right
'Cause I guess I'm born black and white
You know you could be a rock n' roll star
No matter who you are
It's all the same 'cause you're a real dead end
That's what you are
Believe I'm gonna have myself a ball
And I don't care if you don't like
How I act when I'm on top of your wife
I'm going down, I'm running up
I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
So hold your fire, I'm coming through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
Now everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is you
Look at your amount on your credit card account
A billion dollar tour but I just go far
Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups
'Cause everything is gonna be alright, right
Well, I said, right, right, right
That's what you are
(Guitar solo)
That's what you are
Believe I'm gonna have myself a bomb
And I don't care if you don't like
How I act when I'm on top of your wife
I'm going down, I'm running up
I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
So hold you fire, I'm coming through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
I'm going down, I'm running up
I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
So hold your fire, I'm coming through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
Now everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is you
Yeah, all I want is you
So why can't I have you?
