Just when I was only seventeen 
 I was a misfit on the scene 
 Nowhere that I wanted to be 
 When everyone else was having fun 
 I was at home or on [bad word] 
 (The) emptiness would get into me 

 I wanted to be where the smiles were for real 
 And the crowd looks like in Purple Rain 
 Oooh - me and my furry friends 

 Now when I got older things have changed 
 Not for the good to my dismay 
 What did [bad word] it for me 
 See all of them fools in clubs and bars 
 Doped by the drone of dorks - they're stars 
 Far away from where I should be 

 Everyone's clean - smoke- and alcohol-free 
 Purple juice and strawberry shakes 
 You and me and the perfect band 
 Wishing that it was for real - the only place I wanna be 

 Take me to the Club Bombastic 
 Place of grace - it's so fantastic 
 miracle-chant - that's the price you have to pay 
 Take me to the Club Bombastic 
 It's the place of sheer pure magic 
 All that I want - somewhere to belong 

 Now when I'm no longer seventeen 
 I'm still a misfit on the scene 
 No way I could ever be free 
 Why there ain't a place where I could go 
 It's probably there when I'm too old 
 Murphy's always heading for me 
 (But still I want to see) 

 Nothing to fear - all my friends are for real 
 Music like in memory-lane 
 Oooh - my never-never land 
 Wishing that it was for real - the only place I wanna be 

 [bad word]  

 I wanna be where my friends are for real 
 And the crowd looks like in Purple Rain 
 Oooh - me and the perfect band 
 Wishing that it was for real - the only place I wanna be 

 [bad word]