Denny was working it real hard Down Sunset boulevard Back in 1973 Why would he bother going home His parents left him on his own Who knows Maybe they were out getting stoned
I don't really know How we survived the glitter years What did we do it all for Do you remember the glitter years
We were the lost and lonely ones We hid in the discotheques all night long Till we could see the morning sun Denny was king, he'd rock the place Dressed like a working girl form Outer space He was dancing like he wanted to dance His life away
In December of '74 Denny wrecked His father's car Driving home that night he was singing You better Hang on to YourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
