pushers, pimps, itâs the elite
take a shot of brandy at the âfull moon barâ
better take one for the road
slam some tequilla at âthe boulevardâ
hope I âll die before I grow old
Live it up, move it up down the road
I gotta live it up, move it up down the road
Cheap perfume
a lonely lady walkinâ into the room
sheâs on the sauce
she lifts her glass and she spills of course
sheâs lookinâ pretty hot in a suit and a tie
she tries to make me feel like Iâm the coolest guy
but there will be heart ache at the end of the line
to me itâs just a good time
Whereâs my mates? They didnât keep the promises that they made
whereâs my date? Pour me a drink, you âd better make it straight
suddenly Iâm on my own
maybe thereâs a place called home