Two speakers trade verses about feeling trapped and wanting to break free. One references '99 Red Balloons' as a warning about conflict, while the other dreams of being a trendsetter and dancing. They end together chanting 'Ole ole ole, we are the Champs.'
Stuck in my head again. Feels like I'll never leave this place. There's no escape. I'm my own worst enemy. I've given up! 99 Red Balloons, flying in the summer sky. Turning bells as red I worry. There's something here from somewhere else. A warm machine, it springs to life. Opens up wide, eager to hide. Focusing in on the sky. It's 99 Red Balloons, get 'em high! 99 Decision Street, 99 Manchester's main. Don't worry, worry, super scary, call out the troops now in a hurry. There's just one way we're waiting for, this isn't quite, this is war. The president is on the line, it's 99, red balloons galore. Waddup!
'Cause I don't wanna watch, I wanna be a trendsetter. I want a part in this life that we're living. I wanna use all the gifts I've been given. 'Cause I can laugh and I can sing and I will dance to whatever music life will bring. It's the same old story today as it always has been and it always will stay.
Ole ole ole ole, we are the Champs, we are the Champs. Ole ole ole ole, we are the Champs, we are the Champs. Oh, oh, oh.
