People dripping tears into luke-warm beers
Thinking 'bout the friends who left too soon
Others hop-skip-ajumping round their local streets
Howling at the moon
And I said baby, baby, you gotta run for your life
From your trouble and your strife
I said baby, baby, you gotta run like mice from the farmer's wife
You gotta bop 'till you drop
Like ya never gonna stop
You gotta bop 'till you drop to the bop bop bop
You gotta bop 'till you drop
Like ya never gonna flop
I'm out on the dance floor
I'm thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout the things that we used to do
Yeah, I'm moving on the dancefloor
Looking at the crowd
Wondering who ya with tonight
And where you are right now
People puffin their way around this world
Looking for a brand new day
Others tip-toeing round their local streets
Running from a world war three
And I said baby, baby, you gotta run for your life
From your trouble and your strife
I said baby, baby, you gotta run like mice from the farmer's wife
Baby, baby, you you gotta bop 'till you drop
'till you feel ya gonna pop
I said baby, baby, you gotta rock to the Pop
To the top of the poppermost
She's gone now
So gone now
Rock! Pop! Rock! Pop!
She's gone now
So gone now
Rock! Pop! Rock! Pop!