We’re leaving together
But still it’s farewell
And maybe we’ll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We’re leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?
It’s the final countdown
The final countdown
Ohh
We’re heading for Venus and still we stand tall
‘Cause maybe they’ve seen us and welcome us all, yea
With so many light years to go and things to be found
(To be found)
I’m sure that we’ll all miss her so
It’s the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh ho ohh
The final countdown, oh ho
It’s the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh
It’s the final countdown
We’re leaving together
The final countdown
We’ll all miss her so
It’s the final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh, it’s the final countdown
Yea
I’ve got the perfect cure.
You understand the concept of unflavored sherbet between a multi-course meal?
Here’s your mental sherbet:
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round, round, round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round, round, round
true, but I dont mind. If I ever get a song stuck in my head I always think of the Final Countdown to get rid of what has been stuck in my mind and replace it with awesome
Obscure reference to random Styx knockoff band’s one hit which lasted a few weeks in 1986? Yeah, thanks Demon for reminding me that this exists. I’ll be sure to file that with my “best of Bread” 8-track and my All-4-one CDs.
Seriously, is there a point to this? There are flash in the pan bands every year. What is important about this one?
Actually, it isn’t. You’re no Professor Farnsworth.
Agreed.
Professor Farnsworth is the only one that’s ever worked for me. This is FAIL.
True, but it’s the Children of Bodom cover, not the original.
Ohh sorry to burst your bubble. Children of Bodom never covered that song.
Better luck next time!
Wrong. I don’t even know what your referring to. HAH
We’re leaving together
But still it’s farewell
And maybe we’ll come back
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We’re leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?
It’s the final countdown
The final countdown
Ohh
We’re heading for Venus and still we stand tall
‘Cause maybe they’ve seen us and welcome us all, yea
With so many light years to go and things to be found
(To be found)
I’m sure that we’ll all miss her so
It’s the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh ho ohh
The final countdown, oh ho
It’s the final countdown
The final countdown
The final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh
It’s the final countdown
We’re leaving together
The final countdown
We’ll all miss her so
It’s the final countdown
(The final countdown)
Ohh, it’s the final countdown
Yea
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZkllM8znx4
How horrible; the things that did to my hair.
Ah, a fellow head banger.
YOU FUCKER
BWHAHAHAHAHAH!
I’ve got the perfect cure.
You understand the concept of unflavored sherbet between a multi-course meal?
Here’s your mental sherbet:
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round, round, round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round, round, round
I want your love
I want your love
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo D:
Fine with me, as long as it’s the Laibach version.
Never heard said song.
FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
this even worked while i was listening to my ipod
shit…
I don’t even know what that song is.
true, but I dont mind. If I ever get a song stuck in my head I always think of the Final Countdown to get rid of what has been stuck in my mind and replace it with awesome
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Obscure reference to random Styx knockoff band’s one hit which lasted a few weeks in 1986? Yeah, thanks Demon for reminding me that this exists. I’ll be sure to file that with my “best of Bread” 8-track and my All-4-one CDs.
Seriously, is there a point to this? There are flash in the pan bands every year. What is important about this one?
Da-Na-Nah-Nah!