Tog på mig mina gula shorts och svarta och gula strumpor och hade lite röv retande dans

Pop, pop, pop music. Pop, pop, pop music.

And now, pop, pop, pop music. Pop, pop, pop music.

Move you with a suitcase. Go living in a disco.

Don't forget about the rat race.

Let's do the milkshake. It's sounding like a hotcake.