[Verse 1] I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong To crash the critic saying, "is it right or is it wrong?" If only fame had an IV, baby could I bear Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here
[Pre-Chorus] I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause Live for the way you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause
[Chorus] Give me that thing that I love I'll turn the lights off! Put your hands up, make 'em touch Make it real loud! Give me that thing that I love I'll turn the lights off! Put your hands up, make 'em touch Make it real loud!
[Post-Chorus] (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud! Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud! Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
[Verse 2] I've overheard your theory "Nostalgia's for geeks" I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read One second I'm a Koons, then suddenly the Koons is me Pop culture was in art, now art’s in pop culture, in me