I feel the vibe - the vibe - the vibe - the vibe
I feel the vibe - the vibe - the vibe - the vibe
This morning I woke up with a start, as a bad thought hit me in the face
All the defenses in my system are on
As I think about tonight's gala
I never have anything to wear
I don't even want to see anyone
The same suit
The same tie
Galas, weddings and funerals
The same glasses
The same cha cha cha
Hey there, old man
So glad you could come
How are you doing?
Hey, I gotta go
I feel the vibe - the vibe - the vibe - the vibe
I feel the vibe - the vibe - the vibe - the vibe
And I can't do anything about it
I turn up the volume
Hey hey hey hey
Turn it up, turn it up
I lift my hands in the air
Social suicide
Social suicide
Social suicide
Social suicide
The same rubber masks, with the same cliches every time
In the early evening they flock
As a rule there's always room at my table
For some reason it always works out that way
When the reason for the occasion was rewarding in the first place
I almost start feeling suspense
This time, how could the result
Possibly be a surprise
You get this, we get that
Next year it's the other way around
These people are such an insider circle
I feel the vibe - the vibe - the vibe - the vibe
I feel the vibe - the vibe - the vibe - the vibe
And I can't do anything about it
I turn up the volume
Hey hey hey hey
Turn it up, turn it up
I lift my hands in the air
Social suicide
Social suicide
Social suicide
Social suicide