Baby Baby, I'm so gone Oh, baby Tell me what I'm on Don't wanna make a scene Don't wanna be cordial Time tears itself apart Like a dagger in my heart
-turning like figure eight She like to listen to the tambourine Round and round like a Ferris wheel Rocking off a junior reel You should feel the way she feel A-dancing backward in high heels
Oh, funky, funky but chic Oh, funky, funky but chic Funky, funky but chic You funky but, funky but Alright, alright, alright Got a pair of shoes, yeah
With dying proportion To the words that we fling around Make me your king, baby Make me your clown Talk to me, baby Tell me all the thing that I wanna
It's a big old existential world Made just for a boy and girl It requires a thousand eyes For hidden tears Find a room that's furthest from the flames
Made love all summer Swindlers of the abyss Never one bummer Rock and roll, kiss, kiss, kiss It's the end of the summer Ooh, it's the end of the summer