1985

[Verse 1]
I was dancing alone in my room with a view
With my 8-track repeater
Had no desire to grow up anytime soon
And with my radio speaker
I would turn up the tune

[Chorus]
In 1985, we’re taking a chance
Had enough of making love
I just wanted to dance
In 1985, I’m done with romance
Had enough of making love
I just wanted to dance

[Verse 2]
Switching out the tape to hear some side-B Sting
I gave the music a listen
If Jackson could sing and if Prince were king
We’ve got only one question
Where would The Bolts fit in?

[Chorus]
In 1985, we’re taking a chance
Had enough of making love
I just wanted to dance
In 1985, I’m done with romance
Had enough of making love
I just wanted to dance

[Verse 3]
So, I was dancing alone in my room with a view
With my 8-track repeater
My momma would scream, “Turn that down, would you?”
But I’d just turn up the speaker
Riding on the sound-wave where Hall & Oates meet
They say she’s just a man-eater
Now give me all that music, we’re making it sweet
I don’t want to grow up
I just want to move my feet

[Chorus]
In 1985, we’re taking a chance
Had enough of making love
I just wanted to dance
In 1985, I’m done with romance
Had enough of making love
I just wanted to dance