It's Friday night,
And we go out,
We're all dressed up,
To scream and shout.

It's déjà vu,
The club is packed,
I make the moves,
And you react.

Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam

Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam

You take my hand,
I take you home,
We’re making love,
And getting stoned.

It’s déjà vu,
The same old dwirl,
You’re always new,
My weekend girl.

Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam

Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam

They call you the real live wire,
You’re snacking your heart’s desire,
Ooh, they call you the real live wire,
You’re stuck in a loop,
You’re stuck in a loop,
You’re stuck in a loop,
You’re stuck in a loop.

Love is divine,
But not my thrill.
I go for kicks,
You know the drill,
It’s déjà vu,
When we break up,
It’s too much fun,
I just can’t stop.

Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam

Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam
Ta-ram-tam-tam

They call you the real live wire,
You’re snacking your heart’s desire,
Ooh, they call you the real live wire,
You’re stuck in a loop,
You’re stuck in a loop,
You’re stuck in a loop,
You’re stuck in a loop.