(Driving rock bass) thumpa thumpa thumpa (repeats)
Suppose those fourteen thousand girls in the crowd tonight found out that their heartthrobs are just holograms.
Do not rush the stage
All those hormones ...
Armed guards on duty
With no outlet. No New Sync Boy to pursue.
You think we would start to look attractive to them?
We? Me, maybe.
I could eat some cologne.
Mosh pit "It's your funeral"
New Sync Boy: