Lyrics High 5 (Rock The Catskills) - Beck

High 5 (Rock The Catskills)

High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!
: C’mon on!
8!
Everybody!
C’mon!
7!
C’mon, now!
6!
5!
Aw, yeah, I like that shit.
When I rock it’s like a high 5
Want a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
I don’t mean it 'cause I only come on to you
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard skin let the records spin
'Round and round with the speed of sound
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
Rocky mountain low we gotta go Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the candy
Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and chairs no frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
:Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about popping jugger
Like the last century
: Turn that shit off, man!
What’s wrong with you?
Man, get the other record!
Damn!
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5!
More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
: Ok, now.
Do like designer jeans.
Everybody, designer jeans!
say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la,
sasoon!
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!
Everybody!
One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon!
Just do it everybody, c’mon!
Now I want the ladies.
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente!
Sing it, girl.
Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente!
Say: Jordache!