Harley You're wearing grey today, you're from Berlin, I'd say you're a model Can I be blue for you like I'm in fashion too? See me wobble We'll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels, hit the throttle We'll do the rumba too and say the life we knew was so gay. Oh teach me to rock, I'm getting caught in a pocket of Saki We can go to a hop and do Suburban Bop, cool and sharply Queue for the cops, you got no reason to not be Malaki Your Gossamer and Fluff are gonna be enough for today. Oh we'll dig the sand and sea down in Alicante on the borders We'll dig the hustle-around and hear the virgin sound of your daughters American Bordeaux, we'll hit a rhythm slow, oh the tortures But what Ruthy said must have gone to your head like they say, oh ...