I love you, Kikiiii!

The story:

My best friend picked me up for high school one morning, as was our custom, and we began our daily ritual of jammin' out to our favorite radio station. Well, "Alive and Kicking" came on--and Tracy knew it well enough--and I'd heard it growing up, but I'd never reeeally listened to the lyrics, so I began singing what I thought were the words (at the top of my lungs) and Tracy immediately stopped the car and slowly turned toward me. I was like, "What?" She started bustin' out laughing at me, and told me the *correct* lyrics.