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Release: September 27, 1984
This is the time, now gimme that beat
Feel how the rhythm grips your feet
She's like a devil heaven sent
I'm in her arms and she's in mine
Maybe we'll make the film on time
Oh, baby, baby, I love you so
We are the jet set society
And the means liberty (liberty)
We are the jet set-set society, woo
We're on the run, we know where to go
We got the ticket for the midnight show
Nights are burning out so fast
Hop on the beam, you won't be last
The Russians seem to be that way
We love 'em like we love D. Kaye
We need no money, we got it free
We are the high-high-high-high-high-society
We are the jet set society
And the means liberty (liberty)
We are the jet set-set society
Hop on the beam, hop on the beam
Streets are full of love and fear
This could be the final year
Enrico's dead but still OK
We dance the streets, ooh, feeling well
If she's a liar, I'm her lover
If she's a priestess, I'm her cover
If she's a lady, I'm her man
If she's a man, I'll do what I can
We are the jet set society
And the means liberty (liberty)
Marian Gold / Bernhard Lloyd / Frank Mertens
