Tekster: Blondie. Walk Like Me.

We don't wear that uniform
Paper men from pages torn
Right off the press
(It could be Tass)
Suits for the regime

The media's gone and had a baby
Seventh wave, another navy
I live in America
Gridlock on the street

Tell that girl you like her badge
Tell that man you're the Nazz
Tell me you're not the last
Walking in parade

Dressed to test you up the road
Tighter than the lightest clothes
Close the circle, walk in row
Walking in parade

Why don't you walk like me
Walk like me
Walk like me?

Carrying the standard stick
And marrying the politic
You won't know tomorrow
What went down today

Look at me, I'm in tune
References around my room
Just another secret school
Another cycle going by

You, you never looked like that
Don't look like me, don't take it back
You never had a name like that
Never had a color

Walking like a millionaire
Walking on imported air
Change the way you comb your hair
And watch what you walk under

Why don't you walk like me
Walk like me
Walk like me?
Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh
Heh, heh, heh

Heh, why don't you?
Why don't you walk like me
Walk like me
Walk like me
Walk like me?
Heh, heh