I found me a pulse

I found me a pulse

And I came to the

Screaming city baby

I found me a pulse...

I bought me some clothes

I bought me some clothes

And I played in the

Screaming city baby

I got given clothe...



We're village idiots

And words tie us up in knots

But it's OK...



I lost me some clothes

And my GP upped my dose

I crave acclaim not your

Simpering pity maybe

I won't give up the ghost...



I'll be the hostess with the most

And I won't give up my post

I'll come alive in the

Screaming city baby

And I won't give up the ghost...



But we're village idiots

And the party never stops

But it's OK...



Cos' to struggle

Would be meaningless

We are what we are

Everyone of us...



You love those disco thrills

Oh you love those disco thrills

Oh you really take

The biscuit baby

You love those disco thrills...



But we're village idiots

And the party never stops

But it's OK...



Cos' to struggle

Would be meaningless

We are what we are

Everyone of us...



But it's OK

But it's all right

But it's OK...