We’ve been to the east to the north to the south, and now we own the west We tell your tales, and we sing your scales and we try to do our best. There is nothing wrong and we’ve beat king kong and we’re waiting at your door. What can we do that we haven’t done before? What can we do to put a smile on your face.
With our buttons shined and our boots looking fine We’re waiting for your call. From the Temple times, to these hopeless rhythms you still want something more With your eye on the ball, they say you can’t fall If you're laying on the ground, so what can we do to turn it around.