Lyrics:

On a boulevard in ParisI met a good old friend of mine"Come on over to my placeBring yourself and a bottle of wine"So I put on my leathersAnd I tried to look my bestBut I was apprehensiveI noticed I was the only guestIt was then I witnessedSomething I''d never seenSome satisfactionDancin'' aloneDancin'' aloneListenThere''s a white house in GeorgiaDown the Mason-Dixon lineThey got Kentucky Derby winners thereThey got a Lear jet parked outsideYeah but every Friday weekendWhen the big tom cat''s awayYou''ll find the plantation shakin''By the butler and the upstairs maidDon''t need no money, diamonds or CadillacsTo get all the satisfaction dancin'' aloneDancin'' aloneDancin'' aloneDon''t you worryBout the problems of the human raceGet some satisfaction dancin'' aloneDancin'' alone, babyListen to thisAt a hot spot in TexasOn an endless Friday nightI was listenin'' to Waylon and WillieWhen a cowgirl passed my sightsAnd I took a look in the mirrorTo make sure that my head was screwed onI was feeling rejectedBut I wasn''t going homeIn a moment of a rash decisionI threw myself right on the floorI did a backflip and somersaultYeah, the crowd called for moreSo if you''re tired of watchingBeing left on the shelfGet your satisfaction dancin'' aloneDancin'' alone, dancin'' aloneDancin'' alone, dancin'' aloneDancin'' alone baby