I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday. All eyes hit me as I walked into the bar. Inside then the guys were fooling in the denim dudes. A couple cards played rough stuff, New York, fire island.
No one can stop me know. I'm like a human dynamo. Live wired and chargin' out with power. This time I won't hold back. I'm rarin' to get up and go. Fuelled up and growin' by the hour.