I stand here waiting for you to band the gong
To crash the critic saying, is it right or is it wrong?
If only fame had an IV, baby could I bear.
Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here.

I live for the applause, applause, applause.
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.
The applause, applause, applause.

Give me the thing that I love.
(Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch.
(Make it real loud)
Give me the thing that I love.
(Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch.
(Make it real loud)

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-Put your hands up, make 'em touch.
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.

I overheard your theory 
"Nostalgia’s for geeks!"
I guess sir, if you say so.
Some of us just like to read

One second I’m the Koons
Then, suddenly, the Koons is me
Pop culture was in art, 
now, art’s in pop culture, in me

I live for the applause, applause, applause.
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.
The applause, applause, applause.

Give me the thing that I love.
(Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch.
(Make it real loud)
Give me the thing that I love.
(Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch.
(Make it real loud)

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-Put your hands up, make 'em touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.