Lyrics:

Fashions and fundamental things, I'm wide awake when the telephone rings. You could call it a panic, but this is my pain and you can't have it. I wash up on the beach at Three a.m. I'm not one of you, I'm not one of them. She's just killing New York. Disco to disco, it never ends. And it goes... Bang, bang, crash, crash. She just wants the new wave smash. Bang, bang, crash, crash. I just want the green light. Absolute Beginners again, we're Absolute Beginners. Folk devils and chandeliers, someone always disappears. He loosens his tie when the date is through, and all of our dreams lie dead there with you. The East End girls throw parties and for some reason I still go. We're just killing America. Another cocktail, please, bartender. And it goes... Bang, bang, crash, crash. She just wants the New Wave smash. Bang, bang, crash, crash. I just want the green light. Absolute Beginners again, we're Absolute Beginners. With the ghost on our side.