The pinnacle of popularity,
the summit of social order.
The power and the glory crowned,
the pom-pom orb, the baton scepter,
divinely perfect in split-time.
We got the feet, we got the beat,
we got the power, by the hour.
We are number one.
Name not called,
clutch my stomach,
cry in a corner,
totally cheer –
You may be rough, you may be tough,
but you ain’t got that cheerleader stuff.