So he's learned to hold his cigarette And his drink in one hand But he wonders if he's getting old Everyone comes off so silly But he doesn't forget the moon outside Or the stars up above Met a girl from Poland She say Brezhnev Met a boy from Santo Domingo He say cocaine Met a girl from Poland She say Brezhnev Met a boy from Santo Domingo He say cocaine Hey, can I buy you a drink? Sorry, I don't drink Alright... Oh, what's that in your hand? That's a drink You got a cigarette? This is my last one Right And the boy keeps on dancing Girls come And this boy keeps on dancing Girls come And the music goes from bad to worse Dancing Dancing Dancing Oh, everybody's dancing Dancing Dancing