You lost your serve You lost your swing You thought you'd heard Of everything... Hell, no! From Oakland To Warsaw Don't you know the kids were all a-wrong Raise their voices in song - Air comes out! Air comes out! I know your style. You've got drastic desires, and sh** Warm yourself by the fiery stage - fiery cause I lit it You lost your serve You lost your swing You thought you'd heard Of everything... Hell, no!