Lyrics:

Shangri-La
Out on the west side
In the blinding light
Oh, why
Where they swing their arms
Out by the roadside
Like a baby doll
Oh, why
Damn, this floor is thumpin'
Spring released and
My little girlfriend's hanging light
I feel the blood rush
Pumpin', haulin'
Late July
Fire in the dance hall
Honey, where am I?
Stuck to the wall
Out on the rim of space
Up by the bandstand
Don't I know my place?
Always
Damn, this floor is thumpin;
Spring released and
My little girlfriend's hanging light
I feel the blood rush
Pumpin', haulin'
My little girlfriend
She's a-hanging light
Pale eyes
Don't show your weakness
On the town tonight
Oh, why?
Pale heart
Don't cut your write up
Can't ya, can't decide
Oh, why would ya?
Damn, this floor is thumpin'
Spring released and
My little girlfriend's hanging light