Dance to the rhythm, boy
And die young but
Make sure we're having fun
And they say the year that radio died
It was in nineteen eighty five
And we got so messed up
Tune in
Make Out
Break Up
It's New York City speed
Come on
Get in
Hang on
It's New York City speed
Pass out
Wake up
And I won't let you down
Sing till your heart is sore
You want more like
Life played back in fast-forward
And I knew the year that video died
It was in nineteen ninety five
And we got so fucked up
Look good
Talk less
Act bad
It's New York City speed
Shut up
Put out
Come on
It's New York City speed
Dress up
Let go
And I won't let you down
