Lyrics:

Oh, no one ever left alive
In nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do
She may be right, she may be fine
She may get love but she won't get mine
'Cause I got you
Oh, I, oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind
Shake it
Baby, don't break it

Oh, my mama said the time
Would come when I would find myself in love with you
I didn't think, I never dreamed
That I would be around to see it all come true
Oh, I, oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind (yeah!)

Oh, no one ever left alive
In nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do
She may be right, she may be fine
She may get love but she won't get mine
'Cause I got you
Oh, I, oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady left behind

Band on the run
The band on the run
Band on the run, yeah
The band on the run