1,2,3,4

Look at you man,look at the band
Look at the day,dont 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 Stockholms Zoo
Maybe Im wrong but maybe Im right
Cause I guess Im born black and white

You know you could be a rock n roll star
No matter who you are
Its all the same cause youre a real dead end

Thats what you are
Believe Im gonna have myself a ball
And I dont care if you dont like
How I act when Im on top of your wife
Im going down,Im running up
Im walking zig-zag and Im tripping too much
So hold your fire,Im coming through
Ive 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

Thats what you are

[Guitar solo]

Thats what you are
Believe Im gonna have myself a bomb
And I dont care if you dont like
How I act when Im on top of your wife
Im going down,Im running up
Im walking zig-zag and Im tripping too much
So hold you fire,Im coming through
Ive gotta kill another bottle of doom

Im going down,Im running up
Im walking zig-zag and Im tripping too much
So hold your fire,Im coming through
Ive 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 cant I have you?