Alphaville

(Gold/Mertens/Lloyd)
This is the time, now gimme that beat
Feel how the rhythm grips your feet
Ah Kitty-Baby, take my hand
She's like a devel heaven-sent
I'm in her arms and she's in mine
Maybe we'll make the film on time
Sitting in the 15th row
Oh Baby Baby, I love you so
We are the jet-set society, we are the jet-set
And that means liberty
We're on the run
We know where to go
We've got the tickets for the midnight show
These nights are burning out so fast
Hop on the beam, you won't be last
The russians seem to be that way
We love 'em like we love D. Kaye
We need no money, we got it free
We are the high-high-high-high-high
So-ci-e-ty