You lost your serve. 
You lost your swing. 
You thought you'd heard 
Of everything... 
Hell, no! 
From Oakland 
To Warsaw, 
Don't you know the kids were all a-wrong. 
Raise their voices in song - 
Air comes out! 
Air comes out! 
I know your style. 
You've got drastic desires, and shit. 
Warm yourself by the fiery stage - fiery cause 
I lit it. 
You lost your serve. 
You lost your swing. 
You thought you'd heard 
Of everything... 
Hell, no!