Well, hail Caesar's shadow on my backseat And her friends are standing right in front of me Worldwide for Cimarron to Turkey Open up, say, everybody loves me
And you don't have to make a sound 'Cause they got what you need What you need Oh oh oh oh
God love all the people that have warned you God love all your sentimental virtue Eight balls for the takers that'll make you Lay cards with the lovers that'll hate you
And you don't have to make a sound They got what you need What you need
Make you say
Oh my! Feels just like I don't try Look so good I might die All I know is everybody loves me Get down, Swinging to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me
Well I Play the music don't stop till I turn gray Stars forever like John Sousa never fade, He had a beautiful child, named her Désirée Hope I'm remembered for the things that I never made
Cause you don't have to make a sound When they got what you need
Make you say
Oh my! Feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die All I know is everybody loves me Get down, Swinging to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me Everybody Everybody Oh Everybody Everybody
Don't need my health Got my name and got my wealth I stare at the sun Just for kicks all by myself I lose track of time So I might be past my prime But I'm feeling oh so good Yeah!
Oh my! Feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die All I know is everybody loves me Get down, Swinging to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me!
Oh, I said, everybody, everybody Don't you know who you are? I said everybody Everybody Everybody Whoa!
Compositores: Brent Michael Kutzle (Brent Kutzle), Ryan Benjamin Tedder (Ryan Tedder) ECAD: Obra #17372184 Fonograma #1962213