I found me a pulse

I found me a pulse

And I came to the screaming city, baby

I found me a pulse

I bought me some clothes

I bought me some clothes

And I played in the screaming city, baby

I got given clothes

We’re village idiots

And words tie us up in knots

But it’s OK

I lost me some clothes

And my GP upped my dose

I crave acclaim not your simpering pity maybe

I won’t give up the ghost

I’ll be the hostess with the most

And I won’t give up my post

I come alive in the screaming city, baby

And I won’t give up the ghost

But we’re village idiots

And the party never stops

But it’s OK

Cos to struggle would be meaningless

We are what we are

Everyone one of us

You love those disco thrills

Oh you love those disco thrills

Oh you really take the biscuit, baby

You love those disco thrills

But we’re village idiots

And the party never stops

But it’s OK

Cos to struggle would be meaningless

We are what we are

Everyone one of us

But it’s OK

But it’s alright

But it’s OK