Dance to the rhythm, boy
And die young but
Make sure we're having fun

And they say the year that radio died
It was in nineteen eighty five

And we got so messed up

Tune in
Make Out
Break Up
It's New York City speed

Come on
Get in
Hang on
It's New York City speed

Pass out
Wake up
And I won't let you down

Sing till your heart is sore
You want more like
Life played back in fast-forward
And I knew the year that video died
It was in nineteen ninety five

And we got so fucked up

Look good
Talk less
Act bad
It's New York City speed

Shut up
Put out
Come on
It's New York City speed

Dress up
Let go
And I won't let you down