Im blacking out like on a disco stage Yeah the eighties seem to be all the rage When you call my name its like a little prayer Go tell the markets we all need some air Is theres anyone there?
A good strong leader is what we need And a strong piece of rope to tie his feet History is on the telephone And it tells me baby that youre home alone That youre home alone
The girls keeps drinking The boys are thinking If they drink some more Theyll be on the floor Well have no one to talk to anymore
The records spinning The DJs grinning But if he smiles too much Hell be out of touch Gotta give him sounds There are louds around like this one
Fame has put something in our drink And this feelings a raft that just wouldnt sink Philosophies go kill Facebook scam I think and un-think therefore I un-am
Blacking out like on a disco stage Maybe its time I start to act my age The girls keep drinking kerosene Im checking out, man, I think theyre turning green Its not my scene
The girls keep drinking The boys are thinking There just aint no use Threyre not even loose I would rather watch The rolling news
The records spinning Dust is winning When you call my name its like a little flame On a four year train like the Olympic Games You better burn You gotta burn up