Dancing badly by myself in the kitchen while the world around keeps a' crumblin'. Don't knock, for my mind is out fishing. Don't be hatin', because you and me baby go fishin in the dark. Bring out the Ruffles and the Chicka Cherry Cola, oh Lola. Let me hear you scream, screaming for ice-cream, because all you need is a little play in your work. Get silly, get retarded. Oh, Mr. Pitiful, who let you down? Jump up, jump out, jump up and get down. There's nothing to lose and nothing to prove, so go win it all, sunshine, everyone will win if it's right.