Blondie — The Beast

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 [Instrumental break] 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 [Fade out] And I want love Get some fun and get some fun Punks like fun We gotta run