[INTRO] Chua… chua… Aaaah… ooooh… Well, gentlemen… Let the trouble begin. [VERSE 1] I walked in late, I missed the cue, Then someone said, “Hey, look at you!” I fixed my tie, I checked my hair, And suddenly I owned the chair. The band was hot, the room was bright, Somebody laughed and picked a fight. I raised my glass, he raised his too, And that's when all the trouble grew. [PRE-CHORUS] One little joke, one little grin, You never know what might begin. The piano swings, the trumpets play, And common sense just walks away. [CHORUS] What a night, what a beautiful mess, Too much style and too much finesse. We came for music, stayed for more, Now everybody's dancing on the floor. What a night, we're feeling fine, A little trouble tastes divine. Let the whole orchestra roll along, Tonight we're writing our own song. [VERSE 2] He says, “My friend, don't lose your head,” I say, “Too late, that train has fled.” The saxophone begins to tease, The drummer answers with a breeze. We laugh, we spin, we miss a beat, Then find another with our feet. If anyone asks what happened here, We'll simply smile and disappear. [BRIDGE] No need for rules, no need for plans, Just let the rhythm move our hands. Tomorrow morning we'll pretend We were respectable until the end. [FINAL CHORUS] What a night, let the brass ring out, Give us something to laugh about. One more turn, one final chance, Let the whole room join the dance. [FINAL HIT] ORGASMO! CHUA! CHUA! CHUA! CHUA! Aaaaaah… Ooooooh…
