INFO
length: 4:48
lyrics: Deborah Harry
music: Chris Stein
FEATURED ON
The Hunter [album] (1982)
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THE BEAST
We want fun we wanna run we want fun we gotta run we want fun get out among the hottest clubs find some love
Billions of people have heard of me and everyone knows the sun rises in the east not too nice not too sweet no one even
talks to me I shake the leaves right off the trees I'm the bee's greasy knees I shake 'em I break 'em I drop 'em from eight miles high alright
In the past my fate was cast my social life was limited to Halloween and New Year's Eve monotony was killing me approaching schizophrenia I hit the hot spots every night and for the first time in my life the bouncers would greet me doormen would escort me managers adored me photographers would follow me begging for a smile beast over here beast here Beast the hat check always said to me hiya b whatcha doin' later
We want fun we gotta run if you need fun get out and run you need fun for feeling fine we want fun for feeling fine and find the one now I'm not bragging heaven knows I spend no more nights alone lucky me I'm ten foot three and freaky my pictures been re-printed, interviews requested one hundred times a week believe it I'm not talking through my teeth are you sure you got it I mean it to prove it I'm in the news it's true it's true check it out check it out he wants her love she wants love I take action get relief pick a partner pick a piece get
satisfaction I am the beast I am the beast she wants fun he wants her love I get satisfaction I pick up my feet I'm the center of attraction by staying off the streets and I want love get some funk and get some fun punks like fun punks like funk funk is fun we want fun |
REMIXES & OTHER VERSIONS
[no official remixes available]
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