High five… high five
Come on, 8! everybody! come on now 7!, 6, 5, huh
Gimme five, oh yeah, I like that shit
Gimme five, gimme five, no jive, gimme five
When I arrive it's like a high 5
Or a slap in the face, I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
I don't mean to cause a holy commotion
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard-skin, let the records spin
'Round and round with the speed of sound
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
Rocky mountain low, we got to go
Put that gadget in a random mode
Cripple candy, rocking the Tandy
Rhumba, bloodshot, doing the foxtrot
In my cot sweating like a dog
Beers and tears, new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
Yeah, put that machine in Latin mode
Talkin' about poppin' tacos, back, back in the last
century
Turn that shit off, man!
What's wrong with you, man?
Get the other record. Damn.
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a Catskills!
OK, now, do you like the sound of jeans?
Everybody say say say ooh la la Sassoon!
Come on, come on, come on, one more time
Let me hear you say ooh la la Sassoon
Now all the ladies, all the ladies say Sergio
Valente
Sing it girl! Let me hear you say Sergio
Valente
Jordache turn it out!