Look at you man, look at the band
Look at the day don't throw it away
I need a pill and a coffee refill
And everything is gonna be alright
I swear, look at your cat
And your eighty square flat
Look at your view over Stockholm Zoo
Maybe you're wrong but maybe I'm right
'Cause I guess I'm born black and white
You could be a rock 'n' roll star
No matter who you are
But 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 on your wife, I'm going down
I'm running up, I walking zig zag
And I'm tripping to much so hold fire
I'm comin' through, I've gotta kill another bottle of doom
Now everybody wanna dance with you
I can not dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk to much but all I want is you
Look at your count on your credit card amount
A billion tour but I just go for
Heads up, legs down, stay ups, fuck ups
'Cause everything gonna be alright