One two three four 
Five crazy individual animals
Stuck out on the road 
Trying to be one
Can you imagine 
Five of us in search of a dream
Always on the road it seems 
All turned on to the memory now
Look for other lassis 
Hated by the lads 
But we bridged the gap somehow
With our music 
In the scrap 
To be number one
Number one
Number one 
We had conncact with the fans
Nothing could stop us now
Violens 
Saturday nights all those run arounds
We was up there with the best 
Till it alt came down 
No sleep, no eat 
Just pills to keep you alert 
Searching, searching till we all went blind
And never jet struck bater 
Moving at a hell of pace 
It'll take your breath away 
But I couldn't restist that 
Godlike feeling 
When I'm up on the stage
And never in a thousand years
Did lever think 
I'd see the day 
When it would all be gone
Gone, gone, gone 
Or we'd blown away 
Well, the joker smiles 
As he shook my hand 
And said "Welcome to the stage" Laughed and said 
"Ha oho a welcome kid Welcome to number one"