| I went down to Paradise Garage | |
| And took my place in line | |
| The cashier said | |
| "Are you alright?" | |
| I said "I'm feelin' fine" | |
| I'm a stranger to Nirvana, | |
| I don't box outside my weight | |
| But when I stepped out of the taxi | |
| I did not anticipate this feelin' | |
| (Oh excuse me, sir... | |
| Oh, no, no, after you...) | |
| Baby's got a dream and she can boogie | |
| Daddy's got a groove that's coming clean | |
| Jemie's got a vision of a permanent position | |
| Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine | |
| And it goes like this | |
| And it goes like this | |
| Well, I'm from Plainsbro, New Jersery, | |
| And I didn't bring a date | |
| I guess I wasn't really sure | |
| If you'd be boogeyin' this late | |
| I can't think were I put my wallet | |
| Naive suburban fool | |
| You wouldn't think that I'd spent hours outside | |
| French polishing my cool... | |
| And feelin' so strange | |
| (I said after you... | |
| I'm a gentleman... | |
| Well, by implication) | |
| Baby's got a dream and she can boogie | |
| Daddy's got a groove that's comin' clean | |
| Jemie's got a vision of a permanent position, | |
| Me, I'm oiling up my dance maching | |
| And it goes like this | |
| And it goes like this | |
| And it goes like this | |
| And it goes like this | |
| And it goes like this | |
| Gotta boogie! | |
| Baby's got a dream and she can boogie | |
| Daddy's got a groove that's comin' clean | |
| Jemie's got a vision, of a permanent position | |
| Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine | |
| And it goes like this | |
| And it goes like this | |
| And it goes like this | |
| Well, I really only stepped inside to vary my routine | |
| You see, I read about this discotheque | |
| In New York Magazine | |
| (Hey Baby, what's your sign? | |
| And haven't we met before?) | |
| I really must suggest | |
| That we've achieved a rare rapport | |
| Hit the ceiling | |
| (Where are you? | |
| Come on, come on | |
| You're usually so punctual) | |
| Gotta boogie | |
| (Uh, no, I had a little trouble at the door, | |
| But, anyway,...twenty bucks took care of it... | |
| Do you come here a lot?) | |
| Gotta boogie |