Lyrics:

The time I like is the rush hour
'Cause I like the rush
The pushing of the people
I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion
Do not know where it goes
I move with the movement
And I have the touch

I'm waiting for ignition
I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision
And I light up in the dark
There you stand before me
All that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare?
I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake hands, shake hands

Any social occasion
It's 'Hello, how do you do?'
All those introductions
I never miss my cue
So before a question
So before a doubt
My hand moves out
And I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands

Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands

Pull my chin, stroke my hair
Scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, and cigarette
Tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms
Breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back
But nothing seems to please

I need contact
I need contact, nothing seems to please
I need contact
Oh, I need contact
Yes, I need contact
'Tact, 'tact, 'tact, contact
'Tact, 'tact, 'tact, contact
'Tact, 'tac'-a-'tact, contact