Chorus:
There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather gloves
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love

Chorus 1:
Bright lights, black leather
Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

Some towns make me anxious
Others sane but sad
But West Berlin's by far the strangest time
I ever had

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All night town of punks and art
All saying look at me
Never seen so much black leather
Even on car hoods
Surrounded by East Germany
So

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They want to know just who you are
Or how they can amuse you (sum it up, sum it up)
Squatters freaks Mohicans
Or even a wall of voodoo

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If I had to sum it up
Without sounding too clever
I'd have to say my life has been
A case of bright lights
Black leather

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