text: 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, Ive 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 you cheer and scream for me
  The applause, applause, applause
  Give me that thing that I love
  Put your hands up, make ‘em touch, touch
  Give me that thing that I love
  Put your hands up, make ‘em touch, touch
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  Ive 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 you cheer and scream for me
  The applause, applause, applause
  Give me that thing that I love
  Put your hands up, make ‘em touch, touch
  Give me that thing that I love
  Put your hands up, make ‘em touch, touch
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
   Touch, touch 
  Touch, touch now 
  Now, now, now, now 
  Now, now, now, now 
  I live for the applause, applause, applause
  I live for the applause-plause
  Live for the applause-plause
  Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
  The applause 
  Applause, applause 
  Give me that thing that I love
  Put your hands up, make ‘em touch, touch 
  Give me that thing that I love 
  Put your hands up, make ‘em touch, touch 
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  
  A-R-T-P-O-P