Look at you, man, look at the band
Look at the day, don´t 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 Stockholm´s Zoo
Maybe you´re wrong but maybe I´m right
'Cause I guess I´m born black and white

You know you could be a rock n´ roll star
No matter who you are
It´s all the same
'Cause you´re a real dead end

That´s what you are
Believe I´m gonna have myself a ball
And I don´t care if you don´t like
How I act when I´m on top of your wife
I´m going down, I´m running up
I´m walking zig-zag and I´m tripping too much
So hold your fire, I´m coming through
I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom

Now everybody want to dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody want to 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

That´s what you are

That´s what you are
Believe I´m gonna have myself a ball
And I don´t care if you don´t like
How I act when I´m on top of your wife
I´m going down, I´m running up
I´m walking zig-zag and I´m tripping too much
So hold your fire, I´m coming through
I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom

I´m going down, I´m running up
I´m walking zig-zag and I´m tripping too much
So hold your fire, I´m coming through
I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom

Now everybody want to dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody want to talk too much
But all I want is you
Yeah, all I want is you
So why can´t I have you

Writer : BORG, NIKLAS ROGER / SVENSSON, ANDREAS
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS