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Take me out
tonight;
where there's music and there's people
and they're young and alive.

Driving in your car,
I never, never want to go home,
because I haven't got one
anymore.

Take me out
tonight,
because I want to see people
and I want to see life.

Driving in your car;
oh, please don't drop home,
because it's not my home,
it's their home,
and I'm welcome no more.

And if a double-decker bus
crashes into us:
to die by your side
is such a heavely way to die.

And if a ten-ton truck
kills the both of us:
to die by your side,
well, the pleasure,
the privilege
is mine.

Take me out,
tonight;
take me anywhere:
I don't care,
I don't care,
I don't care.

And in the darkened underpass,
I thought,
oh God,
my chance has come at last;
but then a strange fear gripped me
and I just couldn't ask.

Take me out
tonight;
oh, take me anywhere:
I don't care,
I don't care,
I don't care.

Driving in your car;
I never, never want to go home,
because I haven't got one,
oh, I haven't got one.

And if a double-decker bus
crashes into us:
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die.

And if a ten-ton truck
kills the both of us:
to die by your side,
well, the pleasure,
the privilege
is mine.

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out;
there is a light and it never goes out,
there is a light and it never goes out,
there is a light and it never goes out,
there is a light and it never goes out,
there is a light and it never goes out,
there is a light and it never goes out,
there is a light and it never goes out.