Super Bowl 2017

God Bless America

Land that I love

Stand beside her, and guide her

Through the night with the light from above

This land is your land

This land is my land

This land was made for you and me

One nation, under God

Indivisible

With liberty and justice for all

(J-j-just dance)

(Let's play a love game, play a love game)

(Pa-pa-paparazzi)

I'm on the edge

(Mum mum mum mah)

(Mum mum mum mah)

(Mum mum mum mah)

(Mum mum mum mah)

I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas Plays

One, two, three!

Fold 'em, let 'em, hit me, raise it

Baby, stay with me

LoveGame intuition play the cards with spades to start

And after he's been hooked

I'll play the one that's on his heart

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh

I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Can't read my, can't read my

No, he can't read my poker face

Come on Houston!

Can't read my, can't read my

No, he can't read my poker face

(She's got me to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

(Mum mum mum mah)

My mama told me when I was young

We are all born superstars

She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on

In the glass of her boudoir

There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are

She said: 'Cause he made you perfect, babe

So hold your head up, girl, and you'll go far

Listen to me when I say

I'm beautiful in my way

'Cause God makes no mistakes

I'm on the right track, baby

I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret

Just love yourself and you're set

I'm on the right track, baby

I was born this way

Ooh, there ain't no other way

Baby, I was born this way

Baby, I was born this way

Ooo, there ain't no other way

Baby, I was born this way

Right track, baby

I was born this way

Don't be a drag, just be a queen

Whether you're broke or evergreen

You're black, white, beige, chola descent

You're Lebanese, you're orient

Whether life's disabilities

Left you outcast, bullied or teased

Rejoice and love yourself today

'Cause baby, you were born this way

No matter gay, straight or bi

Lesbian, transgendered life

I'm on the right track, baby

I was born to survive

No matter black, white or beige

Chola or orient made

Right track, baby

I was born to be brave

Hello, hello, baby, you called, I can't hear a thing

I have got no service in the club, you see, see

Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me

Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy

Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play

And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh

You shoulda made some plans with me, you knew that I was free

And now you won't stop calling me, I'm kinda busy

Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore

I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore

I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Stop telephoning me

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

I'm busy

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Stop telephoning me

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want, but there's no one home

And you're not gonna reach my telephone

'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub

And you're not gonna reach my telephone

My telephone, m-m-my telephone

'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub

And you're not gonna reach my telephone

I've had a little bit too much, much

All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)

A dizzi twister dance

Can't find my drink or man

Where are my keys?

I lost my phone

What's goin' on, on the floor?

I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore

Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?

I can't remember but it's alright, alright

Just dance, gonna be okay

Da da doo doot-n

Just dance, spin that record babe

Da da doo doot-n

Just dance, gonna be okay

D-d-d dance, dance, dance

Dance

How you doing tonight, Texas?

America, world

How you doin' tonight?

We gonna make you feel good

You gonna feel good with us?

You're giving me a million reasons to let you go

You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show

You're givin' me a million reasons

Give me a million reasons

Givin' me a million reasons

About a million reasons

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills

If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still

You're giving me a million reasons

Give me a million reasons

Givin' me a millio-on

I bow down to pray

I try to make the worst seem better

Lord, show me the way

To cut through all his worn out leather

I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away

But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Hey dad! Hi mom!

Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare

It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware

'Cause you're giving me a million reasons

Give me a million reasons

Givin' me a million reasons

About a million reasons

And if you say something that you might even mean

It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe

'Cause you're giving me a million reasons

Give me a million reasons

Givin' me a millio-on

(About a million reasons)

I bow down to pray

I try to make the worst seem better

Lord, show me the way

To cut through all his worn out leather

I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away

But baby, I just need one good one

Tell me that you'll be the good one

Why don't you stay?

Stay

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-

Come on!

Let's go!

The Super Bowl is what champions are made of!

Hands up!

Ra ra-ah-ah-ah

Roma roma-ma

GaGa oh la-la

Want your bad romance

I want your ugly

I want your disease

I want your everything

As long as it's free

I want your love

Love, love, love, I want your love

I want your drama

The touch of your hand

I want your leather studded kiss in the sand

I want your love

Love, love, love, I want your love

Come on!

You know that I want you

And you know that I need you

I want it bad, your bad romance

I want your love and

I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)

I want your love and

All your lover's revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Ra ra-ah-ah-ah

Roma roma-ma

GaGa oh la-la

Want your bad romance

Walk, walk fashion, baby

Work it!

Move that baby c-razy

Walk, walk fashion, baby

Work it!

Move that baby c-razy

I want your love

And I want your revenge

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!

(Caught in a bad romance)

I don't wanna be friends

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)

Want your bad romance

(Caught in a bad romance)

Want your bad romance!

I want your love and

I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)

I want your love and

All your lovers' revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!)

Want your bad romance

(Caught in a bad romance)

Want your bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!)

Want your bad romance

(Caught in a bad romance)

Ra ra-ah-ah-ah

Roma roma-ma

GaGa oh la-la

Want your bad romance

Super Bowl fifty-one!