Neon light
wanderin' around, feelin' alright
crowded street
pushers, pimps, it's the elite
take a shot of brandy at the 'full moon bar'
better take one for the road
slam some tequilla at 'the boulevard'
hope I 'll die before I grow old
Live it up, move it up down the road
I gotta live it up, move it up down the road
Cheap perfume
a lonely lady walkin' into the room
she's on the sauce
she lifts her glass and she spills of course
she's lookin' pretty hot in a suit and a tie
she tries to make me feel like I'm the coolest guy
but there will be heart ache at the end of the line
to me it's just a good time
Where's my mates? They didn't keep the promises that they made
where's my date? Pour me a drink, you 'd better make it straight
suddenly I'm on my own
maybe there's a place called home

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