Which way, which way, this way, that way. Which way, which way, this way back now. This little planet has taken a beating, Uncross your arms that's it, we're leaving, Watch out the chair has called a meeting, Choice is compulsory, Wayho Wayho. The Dead need friends even if they were a sinner, They say God likes a trier but he would prefer a winner, The lights are getting blinding and the air is getting thinner, Choice is compulsory; Wayho Wayho - What's written on the back of your soul? Choice is compulsory, Wayho Wayho Come on sweet Ruthie let's dance let's dance let's dance let's dance Choice is compulsory, Wayho Wayho
