| We want fun
|
| We wanna run
|
| We want fun
|
| We gotta run
|
| We want fun
|
| Get out among the hot nightclubs
|
| And find some love
|
| Billions of people have heard of me
|
| And everybody knows the sun rises in the East
|
| Not too nice, not too sweet, no one even talks to me
|
| I shake the leaves right off the trees, I’m the bee’s greasy knees
|
| I shake 'em, I break 'em
|
| I drop 'em from eight miles high
|
| Alright
|
| In the past my fate was cast, my social life was limited
|
| To Halloween and New Years Eve, monotony was killing me;
|
| Approaching schizophrenia!
|
| I hit the hot spots every night
|
| And, for the first time in my life
|
| The bouncers would greet me
|
| The doormen would escort me
|
| Managers adored me
|
| Photographers would follow me
|
| Begging for a smile; |
| «Beast, over here Beast!», «Here Beast!»
|
| The hat check always said to me
|
| «Hiya B, whatcha doing later?»
|
| We want fun
|
| We gotta run
|
| If you need fun
|
| Get out and run
|
| You need fun for feeling fine
|
| We want fun for feeling fine
|
| And find the one
|
| Now I’m not bragging
|
| Heaven knows, I spend no more nights alone
|
| Lucky me, I’m ten foot three and freaky
|
| And my picture’s been reprinted
|
| And interviews requested
|
| One hundred times a week
|
| Believe it, I’m not talking through my teeth
|
| Are you sure you got it?
|
| I need it, to prove it
|
| I’m in the news, it’s true, it’s true!
|
| Check it out, check it out!
|
| He wants her love
|
| She wants love
|
| I take action, get relief, pick a partner, pick a piece
|
| Get satisfaction; |
| I am the Beast, I am the Beast
|
| She wants fun
|
| He wants her love
|
| I get satisfaction, I pick up my feet
|
| I’m the center of attraction by staying on the streets
|
| And I want love
|
| Get some fun and get some fun
|
| Punks like fun
|
| We gotta run |