I stand here waiting 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 cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause.
Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Applause! Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.
Applause! Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.
I've overheard your theory:
"Nostalgia's for geeks*"
I guess sir, if you say,
So some of us just like to read
One second I'm a Koons then suddenly the Koons** is me
Pop culture was in art
Now, art's in 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 cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause.
Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Applause! Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.
Applause! Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.
Touch, touch!
Touch, touch now!
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause,
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause.
Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Applause! Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.
Applause! Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch.
A-R-T-P-O-P
