The Scene

Some people love to be alone
Some people love to be in railway stations
Some people live by bread alone
Some people revel in hallucinations
Some people always have a comb
Step up, step up, and all aboard

The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking

Can you take it, can you take it
You look tough, but that's not enough
It's the scene
Oh no, it's not enough

Some people live to work all day
Some people only live for monkey business
Dressed in some Cadillac coupe
They go out slumming as they burn their bridges

And all the while they act blase
Step up, step up, and all aboard

The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking

Is you is or is you ain't - oh yeah
Who's a sinner, who's a saint - oh yeah
Is you just a little vain - oh yeah
Well, shut my mouth we're both the same

Is you is or is you ain't - oh yeah oh yeah
want to take a holiday - oh yeah oh yeah
To a land that's got no rain - oh yeah oh yeah
Then hop aboard the rhythm train

End of the story never ends
There'll be a world without extended mixes
There'll be a world without champagne
There'll be a world without those kind of kisses

But then this may not ever end
Step up, step up, and all aboard

The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking

The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking

The scene
The floors are shaking
The blood is pumping
The skin is baking