Fist pumps, leather jackets
Fist pumps, sew your patches
Fist pumps, 'cause we go to eleven
Fist pumps like it's 1987 (come on!)
Like to do things myself so I don't ever owe none
And I do what I want, yeah, I march to my own drum
My own beat, don't act like you know me
Don't judge unless you walked a couple miles in my own feet
Don't blend in 'cause I blend out (uh-huh)
Never stand in, I stand out and I don't ever stand down, no (no!)
Better watch me as I go (go!)
'Cause I know that I'm flyer than most is,
I'm outta here, peace out, I'm yellin' deuces (come on!)
One, two, now we got the gloves off
Three, four, show us what you're made of
Get up off your seat
'Cause all this talk is cheap, yeah
One, two, now we got the rhythm
Three, four, we lovin' every minute
Rockin' to the beat
So, baby, stomp your feet, yeah
I don't wanna be so simple and predictable
I don't wanna be so ordinary, typical
We made headlines in punk-rock seats
We wore our hearts on our acid-washed jeans, yeah
I just wanna keep it real and no subliminal
I just wanna take a chance and be original
We screamed as loud as The New York Times
We shined as bright as the neon signs
One, two, now we got the gloves off
Three, four, show us what you're made of
Get up off your seat
'Cause all this talk is cheap, yeah
One, two, now we got the rhythm
Three, four, we lovin' every minute
Rockin' to the beat
So, baby, stomp your feet, yeah
Fist pumps, leather jackets
Fist pumps, sew your patches
Fist pumps, 'cause we go to eleven
Fist pumps like it's 1987
One, two, now we got the gloves off
Three, four, show us what you're made of
Get up off your seat
'Cause all this talk is cheap, yeah
One, two, now we got the rhythm
Three, four, we lovin' every minute
Rockin' to the beat
So, baby, stomp your feet, yeah