Lyrics:

I feel foolish, I wanna drink too much
You look Polish, got a wicked sense of humor
I feel dizzy and I want your touch
Let's get tipsy and start a rumor

I feel restless here, I can't sit still
Everybody at this party's got their fingers in the till
I bet their parents are ridiculously loaded
Let's get movin', before I'm loaded

The dancers need a dance floor, the swingers gotta swing
Fashionable people doing questionable things

Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people

I really like you, and I hope you like my band
I like your boyfriend too, do you think he'd understand?
I can't remember how we ended up out here
But all good things have got to start somewhere

The dancers need a dance floor, the swingers gotta swing
Fashionable people doing questionable things
One more time
I don't wanna hang around in someone elses scene
Fashionable people doing questionable things

Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Come on
Questionable, questionable, questionable things

So ditch him, he's no good for you
Ditch him, do the switcheroo
Switch him, switch him up with me
Leave him in the ditch and you can hitch a ride for free

The dancers need a dance floor, the swingers gotta swing
Fashionable people doing questionable things
Lookin' just like magazines

Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people
That's what I'm talkin' about
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people
It's the truth
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Come on
Questionable, questionable, questionable things