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