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 'Cos I got you. Oh I, oh I Well I just can't get enough Of that sweet stuff My little lady gets behind
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
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 'Cos 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, band on the run) (Band on the run, band on the run...)