Tekster: Blur. Think Tank. On The Way to The Club.

And on my way to the club
I fell down a hole
All the people there
Said, "You come along"

And I, I just wanna be
Darlin', with you
The music's made that way
My eyes are blue, there's nothin' I can do

So I stayed in the club
Just rewardin' myself
Happiness
It turned into somethin' else

And I just wanna be
Darlin', with you
The music's made that way
My eyes are blue, there's nothin' I can do