Tell the girls to hold their breath, your brother's back in town
Cathy, Lisa, Mary-Beth your brother is the pretty one
He's been to England and Japan and to the USA
While you sat in your cloud of smoke, your brother is my only hope

So I might as well dance and get down with the eurosport beat
'Coz in just a few years it will all be to late

You know Kafka you know Sartre, you party with James Joyce
You know their books and mama said [bad word] are for little boys

So I might as well dance and get down with the eurosport beat
'Coz in just a few years it will all be to late