All the energetic people
They all sparkle as they're walking
Down the street; can't see their faces
But I've noticed that they seem to have
Big hands; the stage is set
Is there glamour, who's got my Etnies?

Now you know that I can see you
And you know that it is easy
To see me; something has been on my mind
Something has struck me
Kind of odd, look out for quicksand
There is high ground; who wants this rock scene?

We sing
Whenever you look you can see
That everybody wants to be
Part of the rock scene
Whenever you look you can see
That everybody wants to be
Part of the rock scene

Now the time has come and yeah
The show, it must stay strong
And are we all part of the latest craze
Or is this how we mend our ways
And I can hear the taxi calling
Telling me we haven't left yet