C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, we're gonna get it started, yeah, yeah, yeah The only thing that's left to do is cure the broken-hearted, yeah C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
She cried "Bingo", you finally clued in I guess I never thought to look there What you took you can give back But I never kept track I guess I never
Chester the molester's not without his charm She can see herself hanging off his arm He's saying, "Hey bartender, put it on my tab Unless my limit's running
