Saturday night and you're still hangin' around. Tired of living in your one horse town. You'd like to find a little hole in the ground,. For awhile. So you go to the village in your tie dyed jeans
Streetlife serenader. Never sang on stages. Needs no orchestration. Melody comes easy Midnight masquerader. Shoppin' center heroes. Child of Eisenhower. New world celebrator Streetlife serenader
I am the entertainer. And I know just where I stand. Another serenader. And another long-haired band. Today I am your champion. I may have won your hearts. But I know the game, you'll forget my
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around. Tired of living in your one horse town. You'd like to find a little hole in the ground. For awhile So you go to the village in your tie dyed jeans.
You don't have to talk all night. I'm a man who can't say no. You don't have to twist my arm. Just point me where you want to go Take me to the action. Take me to the track. Take me to a party if
They say it takes a lot to keep a love alive. In every heart there pumps a different beat. . But if we shift the rhythm into overdrive,. We could generate a lot of heat. . Chorus. On 52nd Stree
Well, you went uptown ridin' in your limousine. With your fine Park Avenue clothes. You had the Dom Perignon in your hand. And the spoon up your nose. Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin'. Wi
Well, you went uptown ridin' in your limousine. With your fine Park Avenue clothes. You had the Dom Perignon in your hand. And the spoon up your nose. Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin'. Wi