Well, [bad word]  she's a shadow in my backseat
And her friends are standing right in front of me
Worldwide from the Cimarron of Turkey
Open up said Everybody loves me
And you don't have to make a sound
Cause they got what you need
Oh Oh Oh Oh

Got love for the people that have wronged you
Got love all your sentimental virtue
Eight balls with the takers that'll make you
Lay cards with the lovers that'll hate you
Cause you don't have to make a sound
They got what you need
What you need
Make you saу

Well I pray the music don't stop till I turn gray
Stars forever like John Sousa never fade,
He had a beautiful child, named her Désirée
Hope I'm remembered for the things that I never made
Cause you don't have to make a sound
When they got what you need
Make you say

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Head down,
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me.
Everybody,
Everybody, Oh.
Everybody
Everybody

Don't need my health
Got my name and got my wealth
I stare at the sun
Just for kicks all by myself
I lose track of time
So I might be past my prime
But I'm feeling oh so good
YEAH!

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Head down,
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me!
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody
WHOOOOA! YEAH