The Beast - Blondie

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

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

And I want love

Get some fun and get some fun

Punks like fun

We gotta run