Things Unlikely

When I get to the party, I'll say "Pump up the bass."
Pump up the bass, pump up the bass
And when I have a lady over, I'll say "Sit on my face."
Sit on my face, sit on my face
When I die and go to Heaven, I'll be falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
And if I was an astronaut, I'd wanna go into space
Go into space, go into space

Waiting on a mothereffing leprechaun
Waiting on a mothereffing pot of gold
Waiting on a mothereffing rainbow
Waiting on a mothereffing unicorn

If you wanna dance with me, then join the effing line
Longer than the eye can see, I hear it all the time
Yeah, ladies stay, ladies go
They leave fast, and they come slow
You thought it might be awesome
But now you'll never know

When you think you know everything
That's when you realize you know nothing
In this world where cash is the king
There's no time for one final fling

Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight

When you dream of things unlikely
Don't trust your first or second instinct
Unless you're some kind of genius
Mothereffer, surprise of a lifetime

Waiting on a mothereffing bingo
Waiting on a mothereffing four leaf clover
Waiting on a mothereffing shooting star
Waiting on a mothereffing Santa Claus
Waiting on a mothereffing miracle
Waiting on a mothereffing jackalope
Waiting on a mothereffing white peacock
Waiting on a mothereffing hidden treasure

Waiting on a mothereffing
Waiting on a mothereffing
Waiting on a mothereffing
When you dream of things unlikely