70's
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Whoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Everybody
Rock your body right,
Backstreet's back alright!
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
It's going down...
I'm yelling timber
It's fun to stay at the
YMCA
Video killed
the radio star
If you wanna be my lover
you got to get with my friends
Right now, he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blonde tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
Guess that I don't need that, though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Bye bye Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry
Cause we are living in a material world
and I am a material girl
I don't want no scrubs
a scrub is a guy who can't get no love from me
Cause if you like it,
then you shoulda put a ring on it
I got my hands up, they're playing my song
They know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
And still those voices are callin'
From far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
You've been hit by, you've been struck by
a smooth criminal
When I'm not with you, I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me, baby, one more time
In New York
Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P. Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sittin' next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
I love rock and roll
put another dime in the juke box baby
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
'Cause she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo)
Girls hit your hallelujah (Woo)
'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you (Woo)