Woo. Do the funky thing with all your friends Do the funky thing with your friends again Until the same thing keeps on happening Until you do the funky with your friends again Well, all out of rubbers Feels twice as nice But only half as good as Paradise Alright Woo. It’s all wrong. Woo. Did the funky thing with all my friends Did the funky with my friends again But I don’t like what keeps happening It’s sort of like they’re my acquaintances And not my friends And now they’re all out of rubbers Feels twice as nice But only half as good as Paradise Alright Woo. It’s all wrong: Same damn thing for too long. Woo. Maybe I can really pretend And make a BBQ with all my friends Eating BBQ with all my friends Until 2012 when the whole world ends. Oh shit, we’re still here.