High 5 (rock The Catskills) Lyrics - Odelay - Beck

High five, high five... 

Come on, 8, everybody. 

Come on now, 7, 6, 5, huh. 

Gimme five, oh yeah, I like that shit. 

Gimme five, gimme five, no jive, gimme five. 

When I arrive like a high five, 

Or a slap in the face, I love the taste. 

All my days with my wheelchair ways, 

Watch me glide in my suicide high. 

I don't mean to cause a holy commotion, 

When I step to the room with a powerful motion. 

Leopard-skin, let the record spin 

Round and round with the speed of sound. 

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High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

Rocky mountain low, we got to go. 

Put that casket in a random mode. 

Purple candy, rocking the Tandy, 

Rhumba bloodshot, doing the foxtrot. 

In my car sweating like a dog, 

Beers and tears, new frontiers. 

On my way from the 'Frisco Bay, 

Dixieland, soda pop man. 

High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

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Yeah, put that machine in the Latin mode. 

Talkin' about poppin' tacos, back-back in the last century. 

Turn that shit off, man! 

What's wrong with you, man? 

Get the other record. Damn. 

High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

High five, more dead than alive. 

Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills. 

Okay now, do you like designer jeans? 

Everybody say-say-say "ooh, la-la, Sassoon"! 

Come on, come on, come on, one more time. 

Let me hear you say "ooh, la-la, Sassoon". 

Now all the ladies, all the ladies say "Sergio Valente". 

Sing it, girl! 

Let me hear you say "Sergio Valente". 

Jordache, turn it out!