pack up the brats it’s 1983
you’re in a band—dynamic calories
from new york to new york you were a mild sensation
covered in costs, sleeping on floors and having flings baby yeah
laying out it was so atavistic
make a little rendezvous
times are gonna change, you will be amazed…
times are gonna change, maybe come around again

vocal panache specializing in drama
jangly guitars angular chops and those wet wet drums
burn like a metal that lives on and on
you are forgotten like a drab dream
rendezvous, make a little rendezvous
times are gonna change, you will be amazed…
times are gonna change, maybe come around again
times are gonna change, you will be a name
times are gonna change, you will be amazed