So much going on these days Forget about instinct, it's not what pays Pleasure, up and down my smile A carton of eggs think, it's all worthwhile Tell me spirit, what has not been done? I'll rush out and do it, or are we doing it now?
Ah, ooh, ah, ah, aha Aha, ooh, ah, ah
Fissure is the thrill of the day Forget about feeling, that's not what pays But you know, all of this can change Remember the promise as a kid you made
Ah, ooh, ah, ah, aha Aha, ooh, ah, ah
We are the innovators, they are the imitators C'mon, hey, don't you know how we started We forgot about love, but weren't brokenhearted