(Intro) (A synth pad swell follows a massive drum fill: Tom-tom-tom-CRASH) (Dual guitar harmony riff—pure 1984 vibes) Alright! Turn it up! (Verse 1) I got my Walkman buzzing, a Maxell tape on play Chasing the horizon in a Testarossa gray. My Top Gun aviators reflecting back the sun The night is just a shadow and the race has just begun. Got a pocket full of quarters for the pinball machine I’m the toughest rebel that this city’s ever seen. (Pre-Chorus) (The bass guitar starts chugging a steady rhythm) No cell phones ringing, no digital chains Just the sound of the thunder running through my veins. Turn the dial to the right! (Chorus) (Massive vocal harmonies—wall of sound) We’re living in a neon fantasy! Where the dreams are wild and the hearts are free. Electric lightning in a bottle of wine Everything is golden, everything is fine. In the heart of the eighties! (Yeah, you know what I mean!) (Verse 2) Checking my Casio, the time is getting late Meet me at the mall, don’t make a legend wait. With my denim jacket on and the collar popped high We’re gonna touch the ceiling of the velvet sky. Forget the VHS, we’re living in the now Gonna make the whole world take a final bow. (Bridge) (Screaming guitar solo with heavy "tapping" technique) (Music drops to a steady beat and a synth bass) Push the slider... Kill the lights... We’re the kings of the neon nights! (Huge vocal scream: YEEEAAAHHH!) (Final Chorus) (Total pyrotechnic energy, double-time drums) We’re living in a neon fantasy! Where the dreams are wild and the hearts are free. Electric lightning in a bottle of wine Everything is golden, everything is fine. (Outro) (The guitar fades out with a wah-wah effect) Stay retro... Stay wild... (Sound of a tape deck being ejected: Click-clack) (End)
