Pack up the brats, it's 1983
You were in a band, Dynamic Calories
From New York to New York, you were a mild sensation
Covering costs, sleeping on floors and having flings
(Baby, yeah)
A little later you know that it was so atavistic
Make a little rendezvous
Make a little rendezvous
Make a little rendezvous, ooh ooh
Times are gonna change, you will be amazed
Times are gonna change, you will be amazed
Times are gonna change, they will come around again
Oh, sweet baby
Vocal panache specializing in drama
Jangley guitars, angular chops and those wet, wet drums
But unlike the metal that lives on and on
You were forgotten like a drab dress