What We're All About by Sum 41
Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
Its number 32 now heres the situation
If the beat moves your feet then dont change the station
Pack your bags cause were leaving on a permanent vacation Well, Im a disaster A microphone master
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster
Its not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
Im Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late
Cause Im always making time to make your girlie feel great
And Im Bizzy D from way down town Im known to rock a mic like a king was a crown
When Im on top Im gonna borrow that bootie
Hustling deals like Mickey Macooty
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon Start off the day with my arteries shaking
(Chorus) Rock! It's what we're all about It's what we live for C'mon shout it out
Well I bring down the house in every city we play
Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way
We rock and talk with a bass that's funny
We could even tear it up at a grade school party
Well I can keep the beat but I can't break dance
It's hard to look cool in crazy pants
But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack
It's my personal way to bring the 80's back
Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries
High cholesterol gettin' grease in my eyes
I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage
I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control
Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl
Lucky number seven every dice I roll
Sum 41 to the power as the boob patrol
Chorus & Guitar Solo
Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear
The rock we're bringin' is gonna instill fear
And the power we control should be revered We sold our soul to Satan two times last year
Take a look to the point, to the point I'm makin' We rock............stone cold bakin' Boys)
And we get outta hand and bust up the room JD is to blame for the Legion of Doom
'Cause I'm the B-I double Z-Y
You ain't better than me, I ain't your average guy
I like to watch girls shake with a kung fu grip
Well the goon platoon is on the flavor trip
We beat down London, slayed LA Got an APB on the jams we play So when you're on the stage cold
grabbin' your c*ck
We release something the new kings of rock
Chorus x 2
