We are talking 'bout inside outside
Sign of the times merely spares us
Where we are is ahead; if we are behind,
Then behind is ahead, without mercy
And what everyone here knows
It’s still too hot for that
No plastic money at the bar
What do I see, ooh-la-la — wonderful
Lift up your leg, step right in
Our dance, it must be the next one
Play it again, Sam, do it again
We’re dancing again, Brillantin' Brutal'
Still talking 'bout software, hardware
Going nowhere — we already had that
Hotly clad in fur,
Every heart suffers
Pain; is that the reward for love?
And what everyone here knows
Desire and luxury take their toll
Accept no credit cards at the bar,
What do I see, ooh-la-la — wonderful
Lift up your leg, step right in
Our dance, it must be the next one
Play it again, Sam, do it again
Do you want the sound of shots in the Club Fatal?
Get it up, don't give it up
I clearly see a new case
Get it up, don't give it up
In the worst case, Brillantin' Brutal'
Still coca co - still cora coca - still coca co - coca
Still coca co - Still cora coca - What's the last word they said, man?
All right
Lift your leg...
Play it again — c’mon, Sam
Let us hear that tune
Do it again
Play
Brutal'
Brutal'