| Pack up the brats, it’s nineteen eighty three
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| You’re in a band, Dynamic Calories
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| From York to New York, you were a mild sensation
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| Coverin' costs, sleepin' on floors and havin' flings (baby yeah)
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| Little later you know, it was so atavistic
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| Make le rendezvous, make le rendezvous, make le rendezvous (ooh…)
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| Times are gonna change, you will be amazed
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| Times are gonna change, you will be amazed
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| Times are gonna change, they will come around for you-ooh-ooh (I said,
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| baby yeah)
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| Vocal panache, specializing in drama
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| Jangly guitars, angular chops, and those wet, wet drums
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| But unlike that metal that lives on and on
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| You are forgotten like a drab dress
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| Rendezvous, rendezvous, make le rendezvous-who-ooh-ooh
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| Times are gonna change, you will be amazed
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| Times are gonna change, you will be amazed
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| Times are gonna change, you will be amazed |