(Borg/Dregen)
1, 2, 3, 4
Look at you, man, look at the band
Look at the day, donґt throw it away
I need a pill and a coffee re-fill
And everything is gonna be alright
I swear
Look at your cat and your eighty square flat
Look at your view over Stockholmґs Zoo
Maybe youґre wrong but maybe Iґm right
`Cause I guess Iґm born black and white
You know you could be a rock nґ roll star
No matter who you are
Itґs all the same
`Cause youґre a real dead end
Thatґs what you are
Believe Iґm gonna have myself a ball
And I donґt care if you donґt like
How I act when Iґm on top of your wife
Iґm going down, Iґm running up
Iґm walking zig-zag and Iґm tripping too much
So hold your fire, Iґm coming through
Iґve 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 for
Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups
`Cause everything is gonna be alright, right
Well, I said, right, right, right
Thatґs what you are
Thatґs what you are
Believe Iґm gonna have myself a ball
And I donґt care if you donґt like
How I act when Iґm on top of your wife
Iґm going down, Iґm running up
Iґm walking zig-zag and Iґm tripping too much
So hold your fire, Iґm coming through
Iґve gotta kill another bottle of doom
Iґm going down, Iґm running up
Iґm walking zig-zag and Iґm tripping too much
So hold your fire, Iґm coming through
Iґve 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 canґt I have you
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