Excuse me

They come out at night
I can tell they're restless
Dressed up so outrageous
To please and criticize

We can pretend
Act as if we just met
Slap a waitress around
And walk up to perfect strangers

Play dumb
Bathe in champagne
Work on a big excuse
My darling, come with me
Big fun in the latest casbah

They come out at night
I can tell they're restless
Dressed up so contagious
In the land of milk and honey

Lost in Clubland
We're lost in Clubland

We can eat music
And run the whole distance
Take the girls' temperatures
We could insight a riot

We won't be ourselves
We'll act instinctively
We'll be the golden people
From the perfect plane

Lost in Clubland
We're lost in Clubland

Push the face of the world
You can change the channel
The cars are shining clean
And the streets are weird and pretty

The buildings bend above us
Is it hell or heaven?
Don't try to telephone
You can never go home

Lost in Clubland
Lost in Clubland
Lost in Clubland
Lost in Clubland

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Writer(s): C. SMITH, GARY MYRICK, J. FERGUSON