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Smash Mouth - Reloaded 2 - Walking on the Sun
Reloaded 2
Disc 1
01. Beautiful Day
02. Buck Rogers
03. Shining Light
04. The Ballad of Chasey Lain
05. Feel Good Hit of the Summer
06. October Swimmer
07. Walking on the Sun
08. What's My Age Again?
09. I Wouldn't Believe Your Radio
10. Once Around the Block
11. Don't Falter
12. Muscle Museum
13. July
14. You're a God
15. Closing Time
16. Backaround
17. Golden Gaze
18. Demons
Disc 2
01. Yellow
02. Dancing in the Moonlight (Stargate Radio mix)
03. Sunday Morning Call
04. Say It Isn't So
05. Take a Picture (Letterman edit)
06. Electric Man
07. If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
08. The World Is Not Enough
09. Sweet Pea, My Sweet Pea
10. Impossible
11. Set the Record Straight
12. Devils Haircut
13. Flyswatter
14. Freestyler
15. Cemented Shoes
16. You Do Something to Me
17. Save Me
18. Always Remember to Respect and Honour Your Mother Part 1
19. Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad?
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe

This is a love attack, I know, went out but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion, it's a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened there?

Some were spellbound, some were hell bound
Some they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the melt-down
And their kids were hippie chicks or hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

And it ain't no joke when our mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't reform, no God-like hocus-pocus

So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack put you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun