Oh, oh, mm.
Oh, buddy, the freaks come out at night
'Til they can no longer afford to socialize.
Ha!
I left the party early. What's wrong with me?
I'm at the diner down the corner
On my fifth cup of coffee.
Pen in hand, trying to recreate that feeling.
Staring at the ceiling.
Make them think that you're thinking.
Cigarettes and aspirin,
Thoughts on a napkin,
Wadded up in the trash can asking...
Oh, what happened to your imagination?
Let's dance this night away.
Every one of us is born a genius
Until we got too cool to play.
I said you're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
You look uncomfortable.
You're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
Relax a little.
One for the drinks, two for the tip.
Three for rent. The rest is for the government.
Ha!
Work all day, spend it in the evening.
Overpriced drinks, room full of needy friends.
Are we having a good time?
Absolutely. Who wouldn't be?
You can introduce me to the moody cuties and dudes who
Act like I'm 'sposed to know who they should be.
Well, I don't, nor do I care.
Stop trying so hard and put both hands up in the air.
You're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
You look uncomfortable.
You're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
Relax a little.
If the kids all leave, we'll shut the place down,
But until then, let's go another round.
I said, until then let's go another round.
I said, until then let's go another— ahem, yeah.
Who are these kids, causing disorderly conduct?
Telemarketers and busboys trying to tear the club up.
Gettin' rowdy rowdy. Hey, man, I ain't gonna front.
If the DJ plays my record, that's exactly what I want.
Oh, what happened to your imagination?
Let's dance this night away.
Every one of us is born a genius
Until we got too cool to play.
I said you're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
You look uncomfortable.
You're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
Relax a little.
You're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
You look uncomfortable.
You're trying too hard.
You must not know who you are.
It's not natural.
Relax a little.
Oh, buddy, the freaks come out at night
'Til they can no longer afford to socialize.
Yeah, one for the berages, two for the tip.
Three for rent. The rest is for the government.
Are we having a good time?
Hey, waitress, I did not order this.
Writer(s): Solomon Jerome Olds, Joe Baldridge, John Reuben Zappin
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