Lyrics:

So he's learned to hold his cigarette
And his drink in one hand
But he wonders if he's getting old
Everyone comes off so silly

But he doesn't forget the moon outside
Or the stars up above

Met a girl from Poland
She say Brezhnev
Met a boy from Santo Domingo
He say cocaine

Met a girl from Poland
She say Brezhnev
Met a boy from Santo Domingo
He say cocaine

"Hey, can I buy you a drink?"
"Sorry, I don't drink."
"Alright... Oh, what's that in your hand?"
"That's a drink."
"You got a cigarette?"
"This is my last one."
"Right."

And the boy keeps on dancing
Girls come
And this boy keeps on dancing
Girls come
And the music goes from bad to worse
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing
Oh, everybody's dancing
Dancing
Dancing