High 5 (Rock the Catskills) lyrics

High five... high five
Come on, 8 everybody, come on now 7, 6, 5, huh
Gimme five, oh yeah, I like that shit
Gimme five, gimme five, no jive, gimme five

When I arrive like a high five, or a slap in the face, I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways, watch me glide in my suicide high
I don't mean to cause a holy commotion when I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard-skin, let the record spin round and round with the speed of sound
High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket

Rocky mountain low, we got to go, put that casket in a random mode
Purple candy, rocking the Tandy, rhumba bloodshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog, beers and tears, new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay, Dixieland, soda pop man
High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket

Yeah, put that machine in the Latin mode
Talkin' about poppin' tacos, back back in the last century
Turn that shit off, man!
What's wrong with you, man?
Get the other record. Damn.

High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket

OK, now, do you like the sound of jeans?
Everybody say say say ooh la la Sassoon!
Come on, come on, come on, one more time.
Let me hear you say ooh la la Sassoon.
Now all the ladies, all the ladies say Sergio Valente.
Sing it girl! Let me hear you say Sergio Valente.
Jordache turn it out!