we're gonna turn up
straight to the top
gonna raise it up
don't ever stop
head in the clouds
can't stop now
high in the sky
this is the life

hey ho ready let's go
kick up the jams on the stereo
come on, come on, come on and say
we got the magic mojo

We got to roll on
comin' on strong
beatin' that drum
singing' that song
wild and free
livin' the dream
we got the power
we got the heat

hey ho ready let’s go
kick up the jams on the stereo
come on, come on, come on and say
we got the magic mojo

J'aime ma patrie, mais d'un amour étrange
Que ma raison ne saurait étouffer.
Ni la gloire du pays, payée au prix du sang,
Ni son repos que procure un orgueil assuré,
Ni les coutumes issues d'un obscur passé
N'éveillent en moi de pensées consolantes.

Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done