We’ve been to the east to the north
to the south, and now we own the west
We tell your tales, and we sing
your scales and we try to do our best.
There is nothing wrong and we’ve
beat king kong and we’re waiting at your door.
What can we do that we haven’t done before?
What can we do to put a smile on your face.
With our buttons shined and our boots looking fine
We’re waiting for your call.
From the Temple times, to these
hopeless rhythms you still want something more
With your eye on the ball,
they say you can’t fall
If you're laying on the ground,
so what can we do to turn it around.