The Beast

We want fun
We wanna run
We want fun
We gotta run
We want fun
Get out among the hot nightclubs
And find some love
Billions of people have heard of me
And everybody knows the sun rises in the East
Not too nice, not too sweet, no one even talks to me
I shake the leaves right off the trees, I’m the bee’s greasy knees
I shake 'em, I break 'em
I drop 'em from eight miles high
Alright
In the past my fate was cast, my social life was limited
To Halloween and New Years Eve, monotony was killing me;
Approaching schizophrenia!
I hit the hot spots every night
And, for the first time in my life
The bouncers would greet me
The doormen would escort me
Managers adored me
Photographers would follow me
Begging for a smile; «Beast, over here Beast!», «Here Beast!»
The hat check always said to me
«Hiya B, whatcha doing later?»
We want fun
We gotta run
If you need fun
Get out and run
You need fun for feeling fine
We want fun for feeling fine
And find the one
Now I’m not bragging
Heaven knows, I spend no more nights alone
Lucky me, I’m ten foot three and freaky
And my picture’s been reprinted
And interviews requested
One hundred times a week
Believe it, I’m not talking through my teeth
Are you sure you got it?
I need it, to prove it
I’m in the news, it’s true, it’s true!
Check it out, check it out!
He wants her love
She wants love
I take action, get relief, pick a partner, pick a piece
Get satisfaction; I am the Beast, I am the Beast
She wants fun
He wants her love
I get satisfaction, I pick up my feet
I’m the center of attraction by staying on the streets
And I want love
Get some fun and get some fun
Punks like fun
We gotta run