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 k** 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,f**-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 k** 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 k** 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?