Oh, no one ever left alive
In nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do
She may be right, she may be fine
She may get love but she won't get mine, 'cause I got you
Whoa I, oh I
Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

Shake it, baby don't break it

Oh my mama said the time
Would come when I would find myself in love with you
I didn't think, I never dreamed
That I would be around to see it all come true
Whoa I, oh I
Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

Yeah!

Oh, no one ever left alive
In nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do
She may be right, she may be fine
She may get love but she won't get mine, 'cause I got you
Whoa I, oh I
Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady's left behind

Band on the run, band on the run, band on the run