So he's learned to hold his cigarette
And his drink in one hand
But he wonders if he's getting old
Everyone comes off so silly
But he doesn't forget the moon outside
Or the stars up above
Met a girl from Poland
She say Brezhnev
Met a boy from Santo Domingo
He say c**aine
Met a girl from Poland
She say Brezhnev
Met a boy from Santo Domingo
He say c**aine
"Hey, can I buy you a drink?"
"Sorry, I don't drink."
"Alright... Oh, what's that in your hand?"
"That's a drink."
"You got a cigarette?"
"This is my last one."
"Right."
And the boy keeps on dancing
Girls come
And this boy keeps on dancing
Girls come
And the music goes from bad to worse
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing
Oh, everybody's dancing
Dancing
Dancing