Congratz! You've made it to the top boy! You've gotta all the chics and the cars to enjoy But you still don't know what to do and you're standing still like that,boy
You get all the complaints about a setlist from your fans Your label won't let you sleep and you're pissed off at your band mates You're beginning to feel like you wanna quit and going back to your home town
But are you sure
Coz You came a long way to get here Forgot all the memories with beer Brought all the dreams and you're about to blow it (1,2,3,4,5!)
I'll be instructing (go go!) Don't let me down boy (go go!)
We'll make it right We'll make it right We'll make it right
Oh Take my hand! Come up up up or just get the hell la la No one wanna see themselves inside the vertigo
Take your time to make up up your mind or get the hella la No one wanna sing a long with man like mosquito