Oh where I come from I just don't conform Get me out of here! Leave the boredom behind Wanna see those bright lights Get this thing in gear, yeah So we'll ride in my car Follow the star Drive on into town With the stereo lit Take the great West road out Nothing can bring me down
You get your boots on... You get your boots on...
And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na na na) Straight out of West London (Na na na na na na) Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na na na) The cognoscenti don't like us Don't like us! (Na na na na na na) We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na na na) Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na na na) Can't you feel the blood rush, baby Tied up too tight!
Wa-ah-ah-ah-ahah
Tell me can you feel it Feel the city breathing Feel its beating heart No superstition Just cold ambition It's time to make a mark Oh...
You get your boots on... You get your boots on...
And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na na na) Straight out of West London (Na na na na na na) Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na na na) The cognoscenti don't like us Don't like us! (Na na na na na na) We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na na na) Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na na na) Can't you feel the blood rush, baby Tied up too tight!
Tied up too tight... Tied up too tight...
And all boys and girls sing (Na na na na na na) Straight out of West London (Na na na na na na) Just like a loaded gun (Na na na na na na) The cognoscenti don't like us Don't like us! (Na na na na na na) We'll hit the strip tonight (Na na na na na na) Your eyes are burning so bright (Na na na na na na) Can't you feel the blood rush, baby Tied up too tight!
Tied up too tight... Tied up too tight...
Compositor: Richard John Archer (Richard Archer) ECAD: Obra #3635964 Fonograma #1097230