Straight out middle of the road
So fast you're brain wouldn't load
But no more talking on my thoughts
Time to turn it up
Hes an actor, he could be a king
He's rich and he's poor
He could be anything
He aint all that tough but,
He aint that rough
But he'll triumph, Yes he'll triumph
And he'll triumph, Where is your love
He don't care about his hair
He don't care about his clothes
They'll probably feel it
Through his bones, Time to turn it up
The daily hunt makes David bread
Sometimes he wishes he was dead
Still probably feel it through his bones
Its time to turn it up
And he'll triumph, Yes he'll triumph
And he'll triumph, Where is your,
Where is your love
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Triumph
Triumph
Triumph
Tri-uh-uh-umph
He don't care about his hair
He don't care about his clothes
They'll probably feel it
Through his bones, Time to turn it up
Straight out, Middle of the road
So fast you're brain wouldn't load
But no more talking on my thoughts
Time to turn it up
And he'll triumph
Yes he'll triumph
And he'll triumph
Where is your love
Triumph
Triumph
Triumph
Where is the,
Where is the love
Triumph
Tri-uh-umph
Triumph
Tri-uh-uh-uhmph
Triumph
Triumph
Triumph
Tri-uh-uh-umph
Tri-uh-uh-umph
Tri-uh-uh-umph