Lyrics Beck – High 5 (Rock The Catskills)
Text:
High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!
Rappers
«C’mon on! 8! Everybody! C’mon! 7! C’mon, now! 6! 5!
When I arrive it’s like a high 5
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 to cause a holy commotion
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 a casket!
Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the Tandy
Rumba, buckshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and chairs new 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 a casket!
spoken
Talking about popping chocolate
Beck—Like in the last century
Rapper
«Turn that s—t 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 a casket!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket!
Rapper
«Ok, now. Who likes designer jeans.
Everybody, designer jeans!
Say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, Sassoon!
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Everybody!
One more time let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, Sassoon!
Just do it everybody, c’mon! Now I want the ladies.
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente!
Sing it, girls. Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente!
Say Jordache turned it up!»
