Hip Hip Hooray
Sing, sing a song, she made everything wrong
I didn't enjoy it and now she's gone alive
Shooting time
Hey, hey, cheeky cheek, what else can I say
I've been shooting on seconds, an hour a day
While I'm on the loo, there's a hole in my shoe
Every second I shoot is divided into a nine
Shooting time
It's so good to stay in my bed
Bang, bang, shoot
Shooting time
They're gonna shake me up by the end of this day
I said, hey little girl, time to play
And I'm shooting time
I'm shooting time
Thunderdome
Smell my thunderdome
Bam, ba-ba-ba-ba-bam, shing-a-ling
Get along with my definition of a really good song
Ching-ching-a-ling was a natural thing
To answer the phone when it started to ring
And I
Shooting time
Thunderdome
Smell my thunderdome
Thunderdome
Smell my thunderdome
Shooting time
Hey, hey, cheeky cheeky, what else can I say

Hey, hey, cheeky cheeky, what else can I say
Ching-ching-a-ling, what else can I say
It's the real solid
Tiger feelin' your heart
Light yearning your fire
It's the real solid
St excellent
Tiger feelin' your heart
St excellent
Eye- glacier
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