Ballyhoo (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tré Cool

Produced by：Green Day/Rob Cavallo

Hurry up hurry up get moving

Just to fall down again

I'm looking like a jerk looking like a jerk

And I'm feeling like a lunatic

Fuck it up live it up and give up

Staying on wanderlust

I'm gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag

I'm as useless as a dumb and a crippled ballerina

Some days I'd reach up for a blade I gotta let it go

Sometimes I reach up for a knife I gotta let it go

So no hard feelings climb a ceiling

Madness ballyhoo

Ey yuh

Listen up listen I've been drinking

Touched by the hand of luck

I'm waiting on the sun waiting on the sun

Like a sauna's blowing up

It's a curse it's a worser blessing

Gala is on the sun

Oh mama raised a bum chewing bubblegum

With a head full of trouble and a lust of main offender

Some days I'd reach up for a blade I gotta let it go

Sometimes I reach up for a knife I gotta let it go

So no hard feelings climb a ceiling

Madness ballyhoo

Some days I'd reach up for a blade I gotta let it go

Sometimes I reach up for a knife I gotta let it go

Some days I'd reach up for a blade I gotta let it go

Sometimes I reach up for a knife I gotta let it go

So no hard feelings climb a ceiling

Madness ballyhoo

Ey yuh