Oh, no Reubonic Plague
If there's money to be made
Shocking ah's, show no shame
Novelty-wrapped fame
Turn it up, that's my jam
Two-dollar cover,
Get your hand stamped
Through the doors, hit the floor
Dance, dance, dance, dance party
Who's got our money?
Who's got our good time
In good conscience?
And if it's alright,
Bold, bright in the lights
Flashes by caught your eye
Saved you a spot in line
Anxiously we wait outside
People to meet,
Places to be,
20 somethings magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed
Let's party like it '95
And I just left Watkins Memorial High
Spare change, enough to survive
On a full-time gig, loving life
When that gets old,
We'll soon follow
Middle-age pop-star Role models
Speak to sons and daughters
Living off time that's borrowed
Big city, thirties-twenty
Move to the beat like you're in a hurry
Midlife crisis happens early
Calm down or get out of town
A little rebellion is better than settling
Sex, drugs and self-control
Act like you belong
Rock the show, now it's time to go
People to meet,
Places to be,
20 somethings magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed
Meet me in the square
With comb it in your hair
Toy guns and strip-mall pubs
Look 'em in the eyes
With a confident stare
A fun-haired shake and a little bit of love
Drift away on a dream for few
With your teeth on the moon,
You're coming down soon
I relate to the party,
I will learn to grow up...
Eventually... Eventually
People to meet,
Places to be,
20 somethings magazine
For a quick read, the lines in between
Tell me something guaranteed