Out on your feet standing 8, standing, 8
You can’t look to me when you sealed your own fate
It’s one to four and you’re half way there
I can tell from your face your and blank stare
That there ain’t nothin’ going on upstairs
And the state that you’re in is despair
It ain’t rare that your eyes are seeing double
It’s par time for the course ’cause you know you’re in some trouble
One — check the eyes for some vision
Two — I seem to sense indecision
Three — you’re getting weak in the knees
Four — crying please baby please
Five — begins the loss of the brain cells
Six, six, six — and you go to Hell
Seven — you ain’t looking so right
Eight — it’s too late that’s the end of the fight
Out on your feet standing 8,
Standing 8 out on your feet standing 8
So what went wrong, you were so strong where’s
The flow in your show