In the shelves of the video store In the cherry red corridors where I found you Chintzy as a neon sign But you still threw me the powerline I guess you had nothing to do Magically the cabs were quiet During the usual avenue yellow ride Oh, I guess you're going with someone Tell me, does it double your fun? To be cruel? To be cruel? She says she's single after sundown All good fun 'til the shakedown Single after sundown All good fun 'til the shakedown In the eve of the summertime True love only part time, eh eh And this is true In your skin tight neoprene I'm a loaded magazine Or is that uncouth? I know it's wrong but I'm overruled Tonight she takes me to night school, oh oh (Hey that's the name of the record!) Oh, as she turns up the traffic jams And the brakes are slammed, she asks Would that be cool? Would that be cool? She says she's single after sundown All good fun 'til the shakedown She says she's single after sundown All good fun 'til the shakedown And now we're gonna kick it, yeah Any way she can Go on, turn up the traffic jams We all have those feelings we need to console