Testo: Backyard Babies. Total 13. Look At You.

(Borg/Dregen)

1, 2, 3, 4

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 wanna dance with you
I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna 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 wanna dance with you
I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is you
Yeah, all I want is you
So why can?t I have you