(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