I stand here waiting for you to band 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.
I live for the applause, applause, applause. I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me. The applause, applause, applause.
Give me the thing that I love. (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make 'em touch. (Make it real loud) Give me the thing that I love. (Turn the lights on) Put your hands up, make 'em touch. (Make it real loud)
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.
I 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 the Koons Then, suddenly, the Koons is me Pop culture was in art, now, art’s in pop culture, in me
I live for the applause, applause, applause. I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me. The applause, applause, applause.