I’m blacking out like on a disco stage Yeah the eighties seem to be all the rage When you call my name it’s like a little prayer Go tell the markets we all need some air
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 you’re home alone
The girls keep drinking The boys are thinking If they drink some more They’ll be on the floor We’ll have noone to talk to anymore
The record’s spinning The dj’s grinning But if he smiles too much He’ll be out of touch Gotta give him sounds There are louds around like this one
Fame has put something in our drink And this feeling’s a raft that just wouldn’t sink Philosophy go kill Facebook scam I think and un-think therefore I un-am
Blacking out like on a disco stage Maybe it’s time I start to act my age The girls keep drinking kerosene I’m checking out, I think they’re turning green
The girls keep drinking The boys are thinking There just ain’t no use Threy’re not even loose I would rather watch The rolling news
The record’s spinning Dust is winning When you call my name it’s like a little flame On a four year train like the Olympic Games You better burn!