In song I sought that I'd drop the plot and make everyday a holiday
Back on I thought I can cut and copy onto analogue -just in crop
Well, well, well, What do we have here? Brake what you know: tv-shows and empty beer cans
Can you do the beer? Sliding over here! ma-a-an, slap me in the face with an open hand!

And do what you want to, you already do
Do do what you want to, you already do
Do do what you want to, you already do
Do do what you want to...

With pattered edges on my angry letters to the editor, I told the world
I felt the hand of god. I thought was god into a better light, confirm that wasn't right
Well well well what do we have here? There's nobody around a bar, baby,
And so I passed along the blame when my friends -they will honour it all
park souvenir... I started of plast but i caught to be fame.
glass got filled to the rim but very soon I [bad word] it away.

do do what you want to you already do
do do what you want to you already do
do do what you want to you already do
do do what you want to...