I got shot straight out of a cannon up into the air
All the circus animals open their jaws
Wave their shiny fangs at me
As I fly down to you
So come on, get on top
And jump up and down, forever
Elton John is not the perfect rifle
But you fire him good, you can make a miracle
In her two hands
Let the little animal crawl into the room
So come on, get on top
And jump up and down, forever
Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun
We're not worried, we're just having fun
Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun
We're not worried, we're just having fun
Literally, baby
So come on, get on top
And jump up and down, forever
Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun
We're not worried, we're just having fun
Our bits smashed together like fresh fruit in the sun
We're not worried, we're just having fun, no
Literally, baby
Alright, woo!
