One for my last bikini,
two for the nicotine,
three 'cause it's time to go
and I'm still lingering on your grin.
Four to the dirty wishes,
five to the naked truth,
six 'cause I had no sex last night,
seven for the endless youth.
Joe, hello, I'm back on the show
and it seems like it heals
though I know that the deal is tricky.
Eight for the rollercoaster
crowning the lions head,
nine for the ones who still believe
it's better to die in bed.
Ten to the morning after,
oh, that's so bad I should have two,
now that there is nothing left,
my dear, let's jump in the barbecue.
Joe, hello, I'm back on the show
and it seems like it heals
though I know that the deal is only cool
for a fool that's been twice sacrificed.
I'm back to cocaine,
my brain is taking off.
Two, I close my eyes
when your advice was so prophetic.
Three, I know my chance,
so what's the damage? Just cosmetic.
Larry comes and goes
while they're collapsing on confetti.
But now I'm back, I'm back, I'm back,
I'm back, I'm ... don't fill credits!
