Al Yankovic - Hooked On Polkas

You're takin' to me good
Just like you know you should
You get me on my knees
Please, baby, please

She looks so great, every time I see her face
She put me in a state (ooh, state of shock)

Top coat, top hat
I don't worry, 'cause my wallet's fat
Black shades, white gloves
Lookin' sharp, lookin' for love
They come a runnin' just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man, hey

Woo, ah ha

Oh, what's love, got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second-hand emotion
What's love got to do, got to do with it
Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken

M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E
It's the method of modern love

Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than the owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart

Yow

We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it We're not gonna take it any more

Neun und neunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General

Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

So why don't you use it
Try not to bruise it
Find time, don't lose it

Bang your head
Mental health'll drive ya mad
Bang your head
Mental health'll drive ya mad

Relax, don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax, don't do it
When you want to come

Relax, don't do it
When you want to sock it to it
Relax, don't do it

When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come