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 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket

Rocky mountain low, we got to go
Put that casket in a random mode
Purple candy, rocking the Tandy
Rhumba bloodshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and tears, new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda pop man
High 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket

Yeah, put that machine in the Latin mode
Talkin' about Pop N' Taco back back in the last century
Turn that shit off, man!
What's wrong with you, man?
Get the other record. Damn.

High 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
High 5, more dead than alive
Rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket

OK, now, do you like designer jeans?
Everybody say say say ooh la la Sasson!
Come on, come on, come on, one more time.
Let me hear you say ooh la la Sasson.
Now all the ladies, all the ladies say Sergio Valente.
Sing it girl! Let me hear you say Sergio Valente.
Jordache turn it out!