God Put a Smile Upon Your Face

Where do we go? Nobody knows I've gotta say I'm on my way, down God give me style and let me be Let me and my band play in the Stade de France in beautiful Paris God put a smile upon my face God put a smile upon my face Now let me see your hands in the whole place Let's go! We see you, we see you, come with us We see you at the back and on the right and on the left and on the floor Now we gonna go fucking wild Where do we go to draw the line? All the girls scream if you're having a good time Where do we go to fall from grace? Now all the boys make some noise like you're off your fucking feet And ah, when you work it out, I'm worse than you Yeah, when you work it out, I want it to And ah, when you work out where to draw the line Your guess is as good as mine Ok, let's go! Hands up, hands up!