Lyrics:

So he's learned to hold his cigarette
And his drink in one hand
But he wonders if he's getting old
Everyone comes off so silly
But he doesn't forget the moon outside
Or the stars up above
Met a girl from Poland
She say Brezhnev
Met a boy from Santo Domingo
He say cocaine
Met a girl from Poland
She say Brezhnev
Met a boy from Santo Domingo
He say cocaine
Hey, can I buy you a drink?
Sorry, I don't drink
Alright... Oh, what's that in your hand?
That's a drink
You got a cigarette?
This is my last one
Right
And the boy keeps on dancing
Girls come
And this boy keeps on dancing
Girls come
And the music goes from bad to worse
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing
Oh, everybody's dancing
Dancing
Dancing