More! More! More!

Is it funny like a ha-ha?
Spent all your money, now your nose is bloody
One day, it's gonna crush ya
The walls are paper thin

Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call music

(Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, oh-oh)
You're moving in the wrong direction
(Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, oh-oh)
You better take control
You're wasting all your money
Wasting all your money

Is it funny like a ha-ha?
You've opened your eyes now you can't see nothin'
In the dead of the night I see it
It's coming, coming, taking you home
Have you still got the meat on your bones?
Have you still got the whites left in your eyes?

I feel like a fly on the wall
Took a piece of bacon in the sandwich you dropped on the floor
Oh, why do you make me feel so small?
Feel like an idiot, I'm sick of it all, of it all

Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call

(Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, oh-oh)
You're moving in the wrong direction
(Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, oh-oh)
You better take control
You're wasting all your money
Wasting all your money
You ain't got no money
You wasted all your money

Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call music
Now that's what I call music

Is it funny like a ha-ha?
You spent all your money, now your nose is bloody
You're moving in the wrong direction
You're gonna lose control

(Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, oh-oh)
You're moving in the wrong direction
(Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo-oh, oh-oh)
You better take control
You're wasting all your money
Wasting all your money
You ain't got no money
You're wasting all your money
You ain't got no money
You're wasting all your money
You ain't got no money
So why's it always money?



Credits
Writer(s): Connaire Denis Mccann, Jonathan Madden, Aidan Thomas Mccann, Hamish Alastair Fingland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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