Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm He drove his brand new Jaguar while talking on the telephone He hung it up and said to me as he lit a cigarette "Man, I've been up for seven days to get this deal all set But now we're off to Vegas to lay our money down" I asked him why he ran so hard, he laughed as he turned around We like it, we love it, we want more of it, yeah we're having a ball We want it, we need it, we live and breathe it, for the thrill of it all We like it, we love it, we want more of it, it's never enough We like it, we love it, we got to have it, gimmie gimmie all you got Well now, the Dodgers were at the ball park and we were there to see We had one game on the radio, another on TV We raced 'cross town to catch the Kings and watch that hockey star Then right back home to see the Lakers on the VCR There's football on the satellite and soccer from Peru I asked them: "Guys, you had enough?" They said: "Naw, this will not do" We like it, we love it???‚¬?¦ Now I got no strange addictions, I'm just a normal guy I've lived a clean and healthy life???‚¬?¦some don't believe me, why? I don't know, but when it's magic and the crowd yells out for more The boys and I, we start to laugh, we know what we're doin' this for We like it, we love it???‚¬?¦ ?‚?© 1989 Black Leather Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)