High 5!, High 5!
High 5!, High 5!
C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5!
Aw, yeah, I like that shit.
When I arrive it's like a high 5
Or a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me glide in my suicide high
I don't mean to cause 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 the Catskills!
Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the Tandy
Rhumba, bloodshot, doing the foxtrot
In my cot sweating like a dog
Beers and tears, 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 the Catskills!
Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about popping tuck
Beck, like the last century
[sample from the end of "Novacane" comes on]
Turn that shit 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 the Catskills!
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 the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! 
say, say, say, say, say: 
Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! 
Everybody! One more time, lemme hear you say: 
Ooh, la la, sasoon! 
Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies.
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl. 
Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente! 
Turn it out, say: Jordache turn it out!