I will follow you
You will follow me
Under the boardwalk
By the rivers of Babylon
We're waxing down our surfboards
When the lights are coming on
Eight days a week
Every body tells me so;
They still can't kill the beast
When you're alone in your bed
By the barrack gate;
Meet me at the corner
Underneath the lamplight;
Every body's doing a brand new dance now
Up on the roof
Nobody does it better
In the town where i was born;
Take me far beyond imagination
Fly me to the moon
Here am i sitting in a tin can
Looking at the peaches
Too drunk to ****
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