Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin
The moment you come into view
Chances are you think that I’m in love with you
I would like you to dance, birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance, birthday
I would like you to dance, birthday
Dance
You say it’s your birthday
Well it’s my birthday too, yeah
You say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you
On the floors of Tokyo
Down in London town’s a go go
With the record selection,
And the mirror’s reflection,
I’m a dancin’ with myself
When there’s no one else in sight,
In a crowded lonely night
Well, I wait so long for my love vibration
And I’m dancing with myself
I’m too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I’m too sexy for Milan
Too sexy for Milan
New York, and Japan
I’m too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I’m disco dancing
Satisfaction came in a chain reaction,
I couldn’t get enough, so I had to self-destruct,
The heat was on, rising to the top,
Everybody is going strong, and that is when my spark got hot,
I heard somebody say,
(Burn baby burn) Disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) Burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) Disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) Burn that mother down…
Me mind on fire – Me soul on fire – Feeling hot hot hot
Party people – All around me feeling hot hot hot
It’s like a heat wave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from crying
It’s tearing me apart
Oh! We’re having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave
The temperature’s rising, it isn’t surprising,
She certainly can can-can
She started a heatwave by letting her seat wave,
In such a way that the customers say
That she certainly can can-can
Hot sticky scenes, you know what I mean
Like the desert sun that burns my skin (skin skin)
I’ve been waiting for her for so long
Open the sky and let her come down
Here comes the rain
Here she comes again
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector’s knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We don’t understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Ho, out in the street
Out in the street
Out in the daytime
Out in the night
Oh, we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we’ll take it higher
Ho, we gonna rock down to Electric Avenue
And then we’ll take it higher
When that whistle blows
Girl, I’m down the street
I’m home, I’m out of my work clothes
When I’m out in the street
I walk the way I want to walk
When I’m out in the street
I talk the way I want to talk
When I’m out in the street
When I’m out in the street
Nothin’ shakin’ on shakedown street, used to be the heart of town
Don’t tell me this town ain’t got no heart, you just gotta poke around
That’s a big ten-four
From your back door
Just put that hammer down
This young man feels
Those eighteen wheels
That keep turning 'round to take me down to Shaky Town
And he said: “Breaker 1-9! Is anyone there?
Come on back, truckers and talk to Teddy Bear!”
Well, I keyed the mike and said: “You got it, Teddy Bear!”
And a little boy’s voice came back on the air.
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn’t have a dog-goned dime.
I says, "Pig Pen, this here’s the Rubber Duck.
“We just ain’t a-gonna pay no toll.”
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says “Let them truckers roll, 10-4.”
Cop’s on the corner, look he’s starting to write
Well, I don’t need no ticket so I screamed out of sight
Drove so fast that my eyes can’t see
Look in the mirror, is he still following me?
Let it roll down the highway
Let it roll down the highway
Roll, roll
One foot on the brake and one on the gas, hey!
Well, there’s too much traffic, I can’t pass, no!
So I tried my best illegal move
Well, baby, black and white come and touched my groove again!
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55! Oh No!
I will follow him,
Follow him where ever he may go
And near him I always will be,
For nothing can keep me away;
He is my destiny.