2, 3, and roll. To the moon. 1999, beautiful, it's slow and low. She don't like rolling stones. But I won't give up, it's automatic. I just want to see her dance around the room. Johnny's blue, oh, baby, punk rock. Oh, stop. Rock she music, Iggy pop. But she don't like rocking the room. She ain't about to play. What about style? Earth 25. What about home? I don't know what to think about it. What about I? Born in the USA. I'm just going to get you straight down, straight down. I just got a record and a promise. It's automatic. I want to see you dance. Tell me when you're home and I can pick you up. 1999. 1999. I just got a record and a promise.
