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Musical: High Fidelity
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Rob: Why am I feeling so good? Why am I feeling so high? Like I could reach for the sky And nothing's gonna bring me down Cause you paved the way for romance When you kept him out of your pants I'm a new man today And I say, Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! I've got a nine percent chance of your love A nine percent chance of your love Nine percent of the time it's me you're thinking of My foot's in the door And if you're keeping score I only need ninety-one more! I'm back on my game now And fit as a fiddle Cause you can't deny that you want me a little I'm back in the driver's seat Or at least in the car I'm back on the road to where you are I've got a nine percent chance of your love A nine percent chance of your love And I'm pretty sure it's just a matter of when My chances go up to ten! Barry: I'm gonna lay it all on the line Get out from under this bushel and shine I've got music to make and finally I will be heard I've been hiding myself, that's what's wrong The world's done without me for far too long Hey, Coldplay! Get out of my way! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! I've got a one percent chance of success A one percent chance, maybe less I will be known as His Royal Rock Highness Facing the odds at a hundred to one But that's still better than none Rob & Barry: Sometimes all you need is a sliver of hope and You may just succeed, or at least the door's open What once seemed impossible is there in your reach You're riding the wave, or at least on the beach Rob: I could win back her heart Barry: I could make the chicks dance I've got a one percent Rob: A nine percent chance Dick: I'm gonna find out her last name And find out if she feels the same I'll ask her out and get to see what's in her heart There's not much hope I can win it But the game has begun and look who's in it Who knows? She might go... Yeah, maybe if I was the last guy on Earth. There's a point, Oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh One percent chance she'll say yes About one in a billion, I guess I'm approaching infinity and happiness We could go on a date It could be anyday I'm only light years away I'm gonna ask Anna out! Barry: I'm gonna rock the world! Rob: She hasn't slept with him yet! That's what she said Others: She said Dick: Maybe there is a God! Barry: Maybe I've got a prayer! Rob: Maybe, oh maybe, Elvis isn't dead! Others: Dead! All: Sometimes all you need is a sliver of hope and You may just succeed or at least the door's open What once seemed impossible is there in your reach You're riding the wave, or at least on the beach Rob: If I've got a chance Barry: And I've got a chance Dick: Then I've got a chance Three: Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Others: Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Rob: I've got a nine percent chance of your love! Others: Nine percent chance of your love! Rob: Nine percent chance of your love! Others: Nine percent chance of your love! Rob: Nine percent of the time it's me your thinking of! All: Ah! Rob: You say that it's hopeless Well, I say that's cool It might come from a rope But that's nine percent fool But that's a five percent chance All: Five percent chance Rob: A nine percent chance! All: Nine percent chance! Rob & All: Of your love Of your love Of your love [Thanks to Ashley for lyrics]
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