Whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly
Whoa-nelly,  whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly
Whoa-nelly,  whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly
Whoa-nelly, whoa-nelly
Ive got to sing about my life
I’ve  got to sing about my situation
Ive  got to see what my mind can do
Ive got to get to the bottom line
I’ve  got to know about roller coasters
Ive got to know about where they take your soul
Ive got to know about romance
How to grow old
Fever  is what makes you sick
Fever is what makes you sick
Fever is what makes you sick
So dont ask me why you cant be free
To go your own way
To go your own way
To go your own way
To go your own way
Yeah
Time is running out and so
I cant explain what I mean in six simple minutes or less
And so Ill have to take a chance
And so Ill have to make a plan
And I plan to dance