Stop marching 'cause you think you shot to number one,
Counting days and skipping your stones into the sun.
Overrated on the form it goes to where you turn,
I'll be yours tonight,
Living the dream of a meteorite!

Stop jumping 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeah

(Ba bo ba bi ba bo bap ba bo ba bi ba bo bop)
Short stroking butterfly,
Better to go for broke.

(Ba bo ba bi ba bo bap ba bo ba ba)
What you're smoking maryjane?
It doesn't make you choke.

(Ba bo ba bi ba bo bap ba bo ba bi ba bo bop)
Jumping the fence, riding the waves,
Can you take a joke?

(Ba bo ba bi ba bo bap ba bo ba ba)
I'll be yours today,
Living the dream with a capital K!

Stop jumping 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeah

Tell me now, tell you how,
Just show me where to sit.
Make time for love and your happiness.
The mothers of invention are the best.
We all learn and [bad word] with some loneliness.
tender mess for everyone I guess.
I guess.

Half blinded,
I'm reminded how to find myself
Nickel and dime I think,
It's time to play some musical chairs.
Dirty laundry, what a wandering,
Ask her if she cares.
I'll be yours and more,
Better than ever like never before!