It starts out good, almost interesting
Yeah but maybe a bit too familiar
We're building up to a bridge my friend
But it won't come just yet
'Cause we still have half a verse to do
A repetition that usually happens
We're building up to the bridge again
And here it finally comes
The tense is rising to hear the point of the song
A really big sparkling refrain
And there's love and there are winds
There's eyes and they're sparkling
And a lot of other old boring cliches
That says a lot but nothing at all
And there are stars and they are burning
There's the world and it disappear
And the title should fit perfect like a gut punch
It's the sickest of schlagers
Now it'll get hard to come up with
Something new to say, but so what
This is only a transport
That people soon will forget
Because all that matters to get full score
Is a real big sparkling refrain
And there's love and there are winds
There's eyes and they're sparkling
And a lot of other old boring cliches
That says a lot but nothing at all
And there are stars and they are burning
There's the world and it disappear
And the title should fit perfect like a gut punch
It's the sickest of schlagers
If you don't want to mess up your chances to win
Then just mimic something by ABBA
And see how that risk disappears
So everyone hold onto your hat now
Here comes the pitch shift at last
And there's love and there are winds
There's eyes and they're sparkling
And a lot of other old boring cliches
That says a lot but nothing at all
And there are stars and they are burning
There's the world and it disappear
And the title should fit perfect like a gut punch
It's the sickest of schla-a-a-a-gers