i could make a list of all the cynical ideas i have now

they're all attributed to you

like "love is just another form of cancer"

but contrary to what you might think

the list flushes down the drain so easily 



whoa, watch me now 

i could do my dance anyhow

but i wanted you to see it

and anyone can see 

what the outcome of this story won't be

'cause, baby, i'm back 



up in the distance there's a fuzzy figure that might remind you

turn away, it's too late

because the one laughing the hardest won't escape your brain

like a dynamite boy song, ringing true,

it will grab on tighter every single day 



so keep on sitting on your hands

but i'm right outside your window now

'cause, baby, i'm back and you can raise the roof on that 



round and round we go but you'll see

now who's laughing, now who's laughing

round and round we go but you'll see

now who's laughing, now who's laughing now...

please keep all hands and feet inside the car

'cause here we go

round and round we go, round and round we go 



and your vacant stares

only drive me further from my weak place

'cause, baby, i'm back and you can raise the roof on that