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Oh man I'm blacking out like on a disco stageYeah the eighties seem to be all the rageWhen you call my name it's like a little prayerBut go tell the markets we all need some airIs there anyone there?A good strong leader is what we needAnd a strong piece of rope to tie his feetHistory is on the telephoneAnd it tells me baby that you're home aloneNow are you home alone?The girls keep drinkingThe boys are thinkingIf they drink some moreThey'll be on the floorWe'll have no one to talk to anymoreThe record's spinningThe DJ's grinningBut if he smiles too muchHe'll be out of touchGotta give him soundThere are loads around like this oneFame has put something in our drinkSongtexteAnd this feeling's a raft that just wouldn't sinkPhilosophy go kill Facebook scamI think and un-think therefore I un-amI'm blacking out like on a disco stage(The moon is triple eight)Maybe it's time I start to act my age(Spray the bouncer with your paper spray)The girls keep drinking kerosene(We're all chickens)I'm checking out, I think they're turning green(This is not my scene)The girls keep drinkingThe boys are thinkingThere just ain't no useThey're not even looseI would rather watchThe rolling newsThe record's spinningDust is winningWhen you call my name it's like a little flingOn a four year train like the Olympic GamesYou better burn!You better burn up! Aus Songtexte Mania