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Texty: Alice Cooper. Alice Cooper Goes To Hell. I'm The Coolest.

You know that I'm the coolest that's ever come around
You'll notice things get hotter whenever I'm in town
I mean I gotta be the coolest, who else could it be?
Everybody knows who's really cool, me

Let's face it, I'm the greatest, Mr. Number One
My hometown built a statue to their favorite son
I mean I gotta be the greatest, I'm just a ball of fun
I mean I'm definitely the greatest, I'm also the coolest

You can't leave a package like me sitting on no shelf
Let me tell you I'm so cool Sonny
I'm gonna save a little for myself

Come here, come here baby, come over here a minute
Who is the coolest? I mean how do I look? Yeah

You can't leave a package like me sitting on no shelf
Let me tell you I'm so cool Sonny
I'm gonna save a little for myself

You know the day I was born, there were these four dudes up on a hill
And they saw this star hanging out over town
And the whole world seemed to stand still
It made the Sunday papers, I guess it proves for sure

I am the coolest
I am the greatest, I am the baddest
I am the smoothest, I'm just the best
Sand dancer come on, ah yeah, right