Adam ant      There they go the buccaneers   Hand and hand in leather glove   So fast so crazy   With a creepy kind of love      Bright lights, black leather   Bright lights, black leather      Some towns make me anxious   Others sane but sad   But west berlin's by far the strangest time   I ever had      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      They want to know just who you are   Or how they can amuse you   Squatters freaks mohicans   Or even a wall of voodoo      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