Beach Party - The Hit Crew

My mother always told me about How my smile looks better with my teeth From six years on it sat at my bedside table For whatever occasion I might need A little pick me up, a little white mask to boost my self esteem I'm not afraid of death, but I'm sure as hell afraid of dying Is it traditional? Am I a fake? When I hold back a smile in attempt to change The existential doubt running through my brain If progress was measured by late nights and time That I spend away from my goddamn mind I guess you could say I'm doing alright My balance is the best it's ever been But I still find myself tripping up the stairs At least I'm not twisting, turning, tumbling down A few bruised ribs is all I can bear Got to rest up Take a few pills, get myself prepared This fleeting gain is nowhere near enough to get me there Is it traditional? Am I a fake? When I hold back a smile in attempt to change The existential doubt running through my brain If progress was measured by late nights and time That I spend away from my goddamn mind I guess you could say I'm doing alright Yeah, I'm doing alright

Ghostbusters! If there's something strange in you neighborhood, Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If there's something weird and it don't look good, Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! I ain't afraid of no ghost. I ain't afraid of no ghost. If you're seeing things running through your head, Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! An invisible man sleeping in your bed, Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! I ain't afraid of no ghost. I ain't afraid of no ghost. Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If you're all alone, pick up the phone and call