Dance to the rhythm, boy And die young But make sure we're having fun And they say the year that radio died It was in nineteen eighty five And we got so messed up Tune in Make out Break up It's New York City speed Come on Get in Hang on It's New York City speed Pa** out Wake up And I won't let you down Sing till your heart is sore You want more Like life played back in fast-forward And I knew the year that video died It was in nineteen ninety five And we got so f**ed up..... Look good Talk less Act bad It's New York City speed Shut up Put out Come on It's New York City speed Dress up Let go And I won't let you down