I don't mind leavin' the ghetto
'Cause on the road is so much better
Don't need your bad luck superstitions
When I wake up I'm deader than disco
One-two
I don't fancy no Armani
I'm coming straight from brakhami
And I don't need no hair-conditioner
When I rock out I'm louder than disco
I do
So give it up, save your love for me
Give it up, save your love for me
I ain't too hip, but baby I can be
So give it up and save some love for me
Out of the blue and into the black
Don't know where my money's at
But i don't need no air-conditioning
I'm so damn hot but cooler than disco
Want you
So give it up, save your love for me
Give it up, save your love for me
I ain't too hip, but baby I will be
So give it up and save some love for me
Oh, won't you save some