Tekster: The Eagles. The Long Run. The Disco Strangler.

Lookin' for the good life, dressed to kill
She don't have to worry
'Cause there's always
Someone else who will

Loose and loaded every night
Dancin' underneath the flashin' light
Sayin', "Look at me, baby, look at me
I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm somebody"

Just slip into the arms of the disco strangler

He's been around here all along, baby
Been waiting for his time to come
You lookin' for attention, darlin'
He will surely give you some

He's the crimson in your face du jour
The fiddler in your darkest night
He's the melody without a cure
And Rome is burning, but that's all right

Just slip into the arms of the disco strangler
Just slip into the arms of the disco strangler