"High 5 (Rock The Catskills)" lyrics - BECK

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 five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills

Rocky mountain low, we got to go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Purple candy, rocking the Tandy
Rhumba bloodshot, doing the foxtrot

In my coat sweating like a dog
Beers and tears, new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man

High five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills

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 five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills

High five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High five, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from the Catskills

Okay now, do you like designer 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