Hooked On Polkas

You're takin' to me good

Just like you know you should

You get me on my knees

Please, baby, please



She looks so great, every time I see her face

She put me in a state (ooh, state of shock)



Top coat, top hat

I don't worry, 'cause my wallet's fat

Black shades, white gloves

Lookin' sharp, lookin' for love

They come a runnin' just as fast as they can

'Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man, hey



Woo, ah ha



Oh, what's love, got to do, got to do with it

What's love but a second-hand emotion

What's love got to do, got to do with it

Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken



M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E

It's the method of modern love



Owner of a lonely heart

Owner of a lonely heart

Much better than the owner of a broken heart

Owner of a lonely heart



Yow



We're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

We're not gonna take it any more



Neun und neunzig Luftballons

Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont

Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All

Darum schickte ein General



Now I gotta cut loose, footloose

Kick off my Sunday shoes

Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees

Jack, get back, come on before we crack

Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose



So why don't you use it

Try not to bruise it

Find time, don't lose it



Bang your head

Mental health'll drive ya mad

Bang your head

Mental health'll drive ya mad



Relax, don't do it

When you want to go to it

Relax, don't do it

When you want to come



Relax, don't do it

When you want to sock it to it

Relax, don't do it



When you want to come

When you want to come

When you want to come