The Scene
Some people love to be alone
Some people love to be in railway stations
Some people live by bread alone
Some people revel in hallucinations
Some people always have a comb
Step up, step up, and all aboard
The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking
Can you take it, can you take it
You look tough, but that's not enough
It's the scene
Oh no, it's not enough
Some people live to work all day
Some people only live for monkey business
Dressed in some Cadillac coupe
They go out slumming as they burn their bridges
And all the while they act blase
Step up, step up, and all aboard
The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking
Is you is or is you ain't - oh yeah
Who's a sinner, who's a saint - oh yeah
Is you just a little vain - oh yeah
Well, shut my mouth we're both the same
Is you is or is you ain't - oh yeah oh yeah
want to take a holiday - oh yeah oh yeah
To a land that's got no rain - oh yeah oh yeah
Then hop aboard the rhythm train
End of the story never ends
There'll be a world without extended mixes
There'll be a world without champagne
There'll be a world without those kind of kisses
But then this may not ever end
Step up, step up, and all aboard
The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking
The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking
The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking