Applause sing and play along

I stand here wait your ing for you to bang the gong.

To crash the critic saying, "Is it right or is it wrong?"

If only fame had an IV,

baby, could I bear being away from you,

I found the vein, put it in here.

I live for the applause, applause,

applause. I live for the applause,

plause. Live for the applause, plause.

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.

The applause, applause, applause.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

Make it real loud.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch.

Make it real loud.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. I've overheard your theory:

Nostalgia is geeks.

I guess, sir, if you say so,

some of us just like to read.

One second I'm a Koons, then sud ly the Koons is me.

Pop culture was an art, now art's a pop culture in me.

I live for the applause, applause,

applause. I live for the applause,

plause. Live for the applause, plause.

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.

The applause, applause, applause.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

Make it real loud.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch.

Make it real loud.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. Ooh, touch,

touch, ooh, touch,

touch, ooh, ooh,

ooh, ooh.

I live for the apPut your hands up,

make 'em touch,

touch. ARTPOP.