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?