Hooked on Polkas Songtext
von “Weird Al” Yankovic

You′re takin' to me good
Just like you know you should
You get me on my knees
Please, baby, please
She looks so great, everytime I see her face
She put me in a state, ooh! (State of shock)

Top coat, top hat
I don′t worry, cause my wallet's fat
Black shades, white glove
Lookin' sharp, lookin′ for love
They come a-runnin′ just as fast as they can
Cause every girl's crazy ′bout a sharp-dressed man, hey!

Oh, what's love, got to do, got to do with it?
What′s love but a second-hand emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?

M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E
It′s the method of modern love


Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than the
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We're not gonna take it, no!
We ain't gonna take it
We′re not gonna take it, anymore

99 Von luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht Grad an mich
Dann singe ich ien Lied fur dich

Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please! Louise! Pull me off-a my knees
Jack! Get back! Come on, before we crack!
Lose your blues, ev′rybody cut footloose!

So why don't you use it?
Try not to bruise it
Find time, don′t lose it


Bang your head
Metal health'll drive ya mad
Bang your head
Metal health′ll drive ya mad

Relax, don't do it
When you wanna go to it
Relax, don′t do it
When you wanna come
Relax, don't do it
When you wanna sock it to it
Relax, don't do it
When you wanna come
When you wanna come
When you want to come