You AreI want to make a name for meWho do you think ?You AreHeroborn in victoryWho do you thinkYou AreLet’s go and make a name for me
Hit a home runWe won’tlose to no oneIf they knock you downGet back up and you get onWe’re the winners here when the times runWe’re all winners here and we’ll shine on
If the clock counts down to zeroWill you be the loser or the heroWe’ve got our faith in you tonightWho’d you thinkYou AreWho’d You ThinkYou AreWho’d You ThinkYou AreWho’d You ThinkYou Are
Hit a home runWe won’t lose to no oneIf they knock you downGet back up and you get onWe’re the winners here when the times runWe’re all winners here and we’ll shine on

I'm just living for the sundaze.

Who do you wanna be?Who do you wanna be?OohWho do you wanna be?Ooh

I wouldn’t mind dancing like we own the place,
Running from another race.
But you, wouldn’t see, prancing like you own the place.
Trying to fake a friendly face.
And I’m free,
singing for today
Singing all the same
I’m not yet far away.
But could it be I’m free?
Singing for today?
Singing all the same
I’m heading far away.

So, it wouldn’t dry. Find the time another day.
Fill the hole another way.
They’re asking how will it work?
Finally slip away again.
Trying to find my way again.
And I’m free…
Don’t follow me anywhere
Don’t say “how will I find my way back home?” today.
Nobody really knows me anyway
Don’t want to stay so I’m on my way from home, I’m far away.

He’s grown too big for his boots
Can’t swing a cat before he shoots
Fly over here, I’ll hide in there
Take a swig of beer and he’ll fly again,
To maybe who knows where?

So why don’t we take off and fly there?
Why don’t we fall in and dive out?
Why don’t we sit back again?

They’ve gone away and left the dog
Walk in and find he’d laid a log
Wake up the mail man’s stole your milk
We drink up. We all together will,
Not long, but still…

Have you ever heard
Of another faithful preacher
Telling all to adhere, cos they’re living the wrong way?
Were you told not to trust
Those with different skin to us
By some self-obsessed opinionist?
Well this is what I’d say.

It’s not the time or the place for what you’re saying
It’s not the day or the year.
Don’t bring your ugly thinking here.
Just stop the hurt that you’re hissing
And all the filth that you’re insisting.
It’s not the time or the place for what you’re preaching.

Do you ever feel
Love with conditions just isn’t real?
Have your friends been told that they pray to the wrong king?
Has it been said that you’re not trusted?
That your life don’t cut the mustard?
Well my friends, let’s stand together
Oh, and this is what we’ll sing.