Comedy at the satellite
The cha-cha-lounge on a Friday night
Gone were the days, cruelly stripped away
Too soon
But now that mortality is in retreat
We’re stepping out from a boarded street
Picking up the phone
Telling everyone we know where to go
I want a piece of the action
I want to lose control
I want the feeling if only just a fraction
That it’s all coming back around
All coming back around
We’re looking fly and it’s been a while
But we’re about ready to hit the tiles
Cautious and slow, so scared to let it go
Not again
I want a piece of the action
I want to lose control
I want the feeling if only just a fraction
That it’s all coming back around
All coming back around
I want a piece of the action
I want to lose control
I want the feeling if only just a fraction
That it’s all coming back around
All coming back around
All coming back around
All coming back around
All coming back around
All coming back around