Texty: Backyard Babies. Them Xx. Look at You.

(borg, dregen)

1, 2, 3, 4

Look at you, man, look at the band
Look at the day, don´t throw it away
I need a pill and a coffee re-fill
And everything is gonna be alright
I swear

Look at your cat and your eighty square flat
Look at your view over stockholm´s zoo
Maybe you´re wrong but maybe i´m right
`cause I guess i´m born black and white

You know you could be a rock n´ roll star
No matter who you are
It´s all the same
`cause you´re a real dead end

That´s what you are
Believe i´m gonna have myself a ball
And I don´t care if you don´t like
How I act when i´m on top of your wife
I´m going down, i´m running up
I´m walking zig-zag and i´m tripping too much
So hold your fire, i´m coming through
I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom

Now everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is you


Look at your amount on your credit card account
A billion dollar tour but I just go for
Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups
`cause everything is gonna be alright, right
Well, I said, right, right, right

That´s what you are

That´s what you are
Believe i´m gonna have myself a ball
And I don´t care if you don´t like
How I act when i´m on top of your wife
I´m going down, i´m running up
I´m walking zig-zag and i´m tripping too much
So hold your fire, i´m coming through
I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom

I´m going down, i´m running up
I´m walking zig-zag and i´m tripping too much
So hold your fire, i´m coming through
I´ve gotta kill another bottle of doom

Now everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance `cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is you
Yeah, all I want is you
So why can´t I have you