Are you sitting comfortably? Not for very much longer... The boys all travel to the town, The lights are shining in the air. The girls have put their make-up on, With style and grace beyond compare. The boys are playing down the cost, Their cash is flying through the night. The girls are drinking to the lost... The boys are hunting for a fight! The music plays... The streets are full... The bar men pour... The neon pulls! The Night club is shining alive! The leather jackets are hitting the pavement, The neon buzzes like a shorted wire. Nobody’s looking for a quiet refinement, They’re just fuel for the midnight fire. The boys are leaning on the jukebox glass, Watching the velvet and the lace dance past. The girls are laughing at the velvet rope, Trading their secrets for a little bit of hope! The stars are hidden by the city’s glow, The rhythm pulses in the street below. The boys are looking for a soul to borrow, The girls are leaving all their grief for tomorrow. The glasses shatter on the hardwood floor, The crowd is screaming out for just one more! The smoke is rising... The hearts are racing... The bouncers are watching... The Night club is shining alive! The clock strikes three, the music dies... But the night is young... The night... is young.
