Shoot, bang, no rhyme (should I know why). I'm in love with you. Shoot back, just a fight (should I justify). Out of the blue. . I'm the Rubberbandman with the rubberman touch.
I'm dancing like a mad man. I hope she likes-a me. The chance to be just on my own. I want to silly be. . The club is full of people. Perhaps they think I'm mad.