Letras:
Turbonegro

Where're your friends? Where're your friends? Where are your friends, man? What? What? Where're my friends? All my friends are dead All my friends are

Once upon a time when her legs were short And the nights were long You were a dancer and I was a prancer When you had to tell them all We had black-light

Hot stuff When I see you on my TV screen Hot stuff Oh, you make me wanna cream my jeans Hot shit Oh boy, I wish I was your man Baby take good care in

I wanna come to the party at your house I wanna come but I can't get off If you let me come, I'll come for both of us But I just can't seem to get off

I'm back, I'm back in denim And denim put the soul in your rock 'n' roll I'm back, I'm back in denim And denim put the soul in your rock 'n' roll And

We're the boys, turning inside out Open right, so tight without a doubt We're the boys, always wrong and always right We are the boys from nowhere and

You were right, I'm left She's gone, I know you're gone But we are one, you're hurtin' me I beg for more, no one's tryin' There's no escape for you and

Are you ready for some darkness Are you ready for some fun? Do you wanna touch the right tonight Or do you want to grab your hat and run? Are you ready

Turboneger a??I morgen skal eg dauea?? intro (spoken): Yeah! Why do American punk-rock boys always go out with the American new-wave hooker girls?