作词 : Gerry Cinnamon
 作曲 : Gerry Cinnamon
 Shoo, la-la-la
 Shoo, la-la-la-aa
 Shoo, la-la-la
 Shoo, la-la-la-aa
 I know its a long shot
 But I heard fortune favours the bold
 Now they tell me be solid make paper
 And do what you're told
 Guess I'd rather have holes in my shoes
 Than be drowning in gold
 In the heat of the moment
 My mind got left out in the cold
 Shoo, la-la-la
 Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa
 Shoo, la la la-aa
 Shoo, la-la-la
 Shoo, la la la-aa
 Do you think that it's worth it
 Can I buy back my soul when it's gone
 In the ground you're alone
 And your bank account won't keep you warm
 I see through you, you're made out of glass
 With a heart made of stone
 And the thorns in your crown cut your skin
 While you bleed on your throne
 Shoo, la-la-la
 Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa
 Shoo, la la la-aa
 Shoo, la-la-la
 Shoo, la la la-aa
 Shoo, la-la-la
 Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa