You tell me that passion's passe. You're just in it for the breaks. Well the breaks break me down, Now how does that sound? And in 1999 all the kid stood in line, But now our party's a bore and we don't care. We'll take Brooklyn over Manhattan any day of the week. And our party's mystique will be our capability to think. We got it. You want it. Don't have it? You flaunt it. And it fits just right, too tight.