You got to get it together
You're shooting at me
You're just a teenage industry
Why are the C.I.A. having fun?
They think you're clever
'Cos you've blown up your lungs
But I love to hear that crazy beat
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
It gets the people dancing on their feet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
And I love to live in paradise
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
I love my brothers on a Saturday night, yeah
I'm on my mobile
I'm talkin' to the president
I'm gonna have him for the money I've spent
Tryin' to get him to party with me
I even offered him Ecstasy
But I love to hear that crazy beat
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
It gets the people dancing on their feet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
And I love to live in paradise
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
I love my sister and I'll love her tonight
But I love to hear that crazy beat
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
It gets the people dancing on their feet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
And I love to live in paradise
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
I love my brothers on a Saturday night, yeah
And I love to hear that crazy beat
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
It gets the people dancing on their feet
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
And I love to live in paradise
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
I have a feelin' that I'll love her tonight
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