Holding My Breath (Rudolf Nureyev)

I wish that everything would just work out
The way it was supposed to, and everything was perfect
And no one had ever heard of the Macarena
('Eez my boyfriend, but 'eez stoo-pid!)

If everybody was perfect
They wouldn't have to repeat themselves
No, they wouldn't have to repeat themselves, anybody
('Eez my boyfriend, but 'eez stoo-pid!)

I wish that everybody knew my name
And that they'd call me on thе telephone
And thеy'd say, "Hey Logan, what's up?
Ya wanna go for lunch?"

What the hep, y'all?
This is the rockin' part!
What the hep, y'all?

If everybody was perfect
They wouldn't have to repeat themselves
('Eez my boyfriend!)
No, they wouldn't have to repeat themselves
(But 'eez stoo-pid!)
They wouldn't have to repeat themselves

They wouldn't have to repeat themselves

My life would be simple then
Cause I'd live in a plastic egg
And I'd call myself Rudolf Nureyev
And I'd brag about how I could dance

I wish that everyone would disappear
So I could listen to my radio
('Eez my boyfriend!)
And never have to repeat myself
To anybody... ever again

The... end
('Eez my boyfriend!)