The Beast Blondie

We want fun
We wanna run
We want fun
We gotta run
We want fun
Get out among the hot nightclubs
And find some love

Billions of people have heard of me
And everybody knows the sun rises in the East
Not too nice, not too sweet, no one even talks to me
I shake the leaves right off the trees, I'm the bee's greasy knees
I shake 'em, I break 'em
I drop 'em from eight miles high
Alright

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In the past my fate was cast, my social life was limited
To Halloween and New Years Eve, monotony was killing me;
Approaching schizophrenia!
I hit the hot spots every night
And, for the first time in my life
The bouncers would greet me
The doormen would escort me
Managers adored me
Photographers would follow me
Begging for a smile; "Beast, over here Beast!", "Here Beast!"
The hat check always said to me
"Hiya B, whatcha doing later?"