When the world's too hard to cope with
Take time, take time to think on it
You want it, you oughta show it off
Strut strut strut strut yo' stuff (Hit it!)
Make a day of living, not giving
Shine bright in the sun don't shiver
Life's short so dance to the music
I can't cheat on myself now (Woo Hoo!)
I'm too fine (Woo Hoo!)
I'm gonna treat myself right (Woo Hoo!)
Swans will fly
Comprehend music like a whole other language
Play a lil' blues funk, people start dancing
Cuties lookin' fine wanna take you to France and
Sing a couple tunes I could put you in trances
Listen to the blues in the wilderness camping
Smoke a bleeze walking now I think my bleeze talking
And I'm so damn high I forgot what planet I'm on
I can't cheat on myself now (Woo Hoo!)
I'm too fine (Woo Hoo!)
I'm gonna treat myself right (Woo Hoo!)
Swans will dive
Rival kings, dancing at my funeral
Dreams of 3, noted for the numeral
The ember dulls, returns to the fire
He exists, far beyond the pyre
Spoken tongues, but he is not a liar
The abstract prophet preaches from the mic stand
While the crowd below begins to dance
You can't cheat on myself now (Woo Hoo!)
You're too fine (Woo Hoo!)
You're gonna treat myself right (Woo Hoo!)
Or Swans will cry!