Climb That Mountain High
Hey foxy' come here
He's too old, Jackie
Probably doesn't know what it's like anymore
Hey Lita, I feel so, um, you know
I know
Let's go to Hollywood and party all night
Really, it's Saturday night
We'll park at 7-Eleven and walk down the street
And look for some beef
Hollywood, it felt so good
Oh look at this guy coming down here
All right
Two of 'em
Hollywood it felt so good
One for you and one for me
Oh, oh
My God look at that turkey, he's wearin' a
Just look at him
Oh no
He'
We're An American Band
I love the sound of silence
The beautiful sound of silence
'Cause it gives me something else to break
I'm loud God damn it
You shut the door, I slam it
A load of dynamite powder
It's loud God damn it, I'm louder
Cut it on, so I can hear it
Cut it up, 'cause I can't feel it
Cut it out, before I snap
Cut the crap
Cut the crap
Cut the crap
Cut the crap
Cut it on, so I can hear it
Cut it up, 'cause I can't feel it
Cut in out, before I snap
Cut it on, so I can hear it
Cut it up, 'cause I can't feel it
Cut it out, before I snap
Cut the crap
Cut it on, let's get it on
Cut it up, let's get it up
Cut it out, I'll kick it out
Cut the crap
Cut the crap
Cut the crap