Whoah man you’re an animal

It’s laughable the way you throw your cannonball

Whoah man this figmental road

I signed up to show that I can pay you any toll

But you’re not even really real I realize as I buckle in

I don’t mind who actually is in this day we’re in

It soaks you up and up, you butter cup

It makes you see what’s up, and up up

It soaks you up and up, you butter cup

It makes you see what’s up, and up up

I’ve got this (got this) feeling (feeling) but words will steal it’s meaning

Getting numb and looking dumb has sent me crawling up the ceiling

(Holy mountain sphere is the new dance hall)

So roll man it’s a candy shop

The dream won’t stop the tastiest drip you’ll drop

(Holy mountain sphere is the new dance hall)

I’m gonna chase you ‘round till I’m sore all over

‘Cuz you know nothing beats the taste of ringing the buzzer

Holy mountain sphere is the new dance hall

Holy mountain sphere is the new dance hall

Holy mountain sphere is the new dance hall

Holy mountain sphere is the new dance hall

It soaks you up and up, you butter cup

It makes you see what’s up, and up up

It soaks you up and up, you butter cup

It makes you see what’s up, and up up