Well hell sees her shadow in my backseat
And her friends are standing right in front of me
World wide from the center burning turkey
Open up said everybody loves me

And you don't have to make a sound
'Cause they got what you need
Oh, oh, oh, oh

God love all the people that have warned you
God love all your sentimental virtue
Eight balls with the takers that'll make you
Lay calls with the lovers that'll hate you

And you don't have to make a sound
They got what you need
What you need
Make you say

Oh my
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me

Get down
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me

Well I
Play the music don't stop till I turn gray
Stars like forever John Sousa never fade,
He had a beautiful child, named Desiree
Hope I'm remembered for the things that I never made

'Cause you don't have to make a sound
When they got what you need
Like you say

Oh my
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me

Get down
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me

Everybody
Everybody
Oh
Everybody
Everybody

Don't need my health
Got my name and got my wealth I
Stare at the sun
Just for kicks all by myself I
Lose track of time
So I might be past my prime
But
I'm feeling oh so good
Yeah

Oh my
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me

Get down
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me

Don't you know you wanna
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody
Whoa, yeah

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Brent Michael Kutzle, Ryan B. Tedder