I'm being hassled by the man. The man. The man. The man. . Man. Crush a killer with a thigh bone. Man. You call the cable, make a cozy home. . Man. You need a rock 'n' roll singer.
One, two, three. . You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves. You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves. You got to love everybody tonight, you gotta love everybody tonight.
Sugar's only sweetness. Salt is ocean tears. And you were my only weakness. For years and years and years. . You little yellow sweetie. You were hiding in a jar.