National Treasure I'm your leader, I'm your teacher, I'm your Michelin Man Give me money, give me lovin', give me whatever you can Holy water, sons and daughters, gotta stick to the plan Ah-ha-ha I'm your harlot, I'm your starlet, I'm your mission control Screaming "your fault", piston hunger, on the murder patrol Throw your hands up, tiny dancers, I'm your Bugsy Malone Ah-ha-ha I'll be your national treasure Your knight in shining leather You candyman or whatever Yeah, whatever Yeah, whatever Knock me out, yeah Knock me out, yeah I'm your spunky Jesus junkie, got that get up and go Lift me higher, brimstone fire, burning out of control Colonel Mustard, knuckle dusters, I'm exchanging the blows Ah-ha-ha Mamma mia, nice to see ya, put that gun in your hand Crystal fighters, made and tied up in a family band Point your pistol to the sun and leave them dead in the sand Ah-ha-ha I'll be your national treasure Your knight in shining leather You candyman or whatever Yeah, whatever Yeah, whatever Knock me out, yeah Knock me out, yeah (Yeah) (Yeah) All my friends are dead All my friends are dead Put a gun to their heads All my friends are dead All my friends are dead All my friends are dead Put a gun to their heads All my friends are dead Knock me out, yeah Knock me out, yeah
National Treasure
I'm your leader, I'm your teacher, I'm your Michelin Man
Give me money, give me lovin', give me whatever you can
Holy water, sons and daughters, gotta stick to the plan
Ah-ha-ha
I'm your harlot, I'm your starlet, I'm your mission control
Screaming "your fault", piston hunger, on the murder patrol
Throw your hands up, tiny dancers, I'm your Bugsy Malone
Ah-ha-ha
I'll be your national treasure
Your knight in shining leather
You candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever
Knock me out, yeah
Knock me out, yeah
I'm your spunky Jesus junkie, got that get up and go
Lift me higher, brimstone fire, burning out of control
Colonel Mustard, knuckle dusters, I'm exchanging the blows
Ah-ha-ha
Mamma mia, nice to see ya, put that gun in your hand
Crystal fighters, made and tied up in a family band
Point your pistol to the sun and leave them dead in the sand
Ah-ha-ha
I'll be your national treasure
Your knight in shining leather
You candyman or whatever
Yeah, whatever
Yeah, whatever
Knock me out, yeah
Knock me out, yeah
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
Put a gun to their heads
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
Put a gun to their heads
All my friends are dead
Knock me out, yeah
Knock me out, yeah