Ah just act the way ah feel.
I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.
The man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing, he's the king of the whole wide world.
Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.
A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart.
[It's] funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the daytime.