When we're roamin' the streets and we see one car
We always add one and make it two
It don't matter why we like to add one and one
Out here it's the thing to do
Now some say that screaming "one plus one" all night
Means we're thoughtless, cruel, and bad
But kids like you and me baby, we were born to add
Yes, sir, we were!
As we keep on wandering we see two trash cans
So we add one and make it three
There's a lot of us adders on the Jersey Shore
Out here it's the thing to be
Yeah, we'll keep on shoutin' "one plus two"
Even though it makes 'em mad
'Cos kids like you and me, baby, we were born to add
That's your fate, baby
Take it, Clarice!
One and two and
Three police persons spring out of the shadows
Round the corner comes one more
And we scream into that bitter night, "hey, three plus one makes four"!
Well, they seemed to think we're disturbin' the peace
But we won't let 'em make us sad
'Cos kids like you and me, baby, we were born to add
Baby we were born to add!
Baby we were born to add!
Add! Add! Add!
Baby we were born to add!
Add! Add! Add!
Baby we were born to add!
Oh, add
Baby we were born to add!
Baby we were born to add!
Add, add, add, add, add!