(And you can dance...)      Good grief, won't you look on the dancefloor!   She's got to be American; she's not from here   Oh no! I can't even look away   She's just far too thin and beautiful as sin   We're all living in a world of poetry   Eating polyester and committing adultery   Calm down, boy! I'll tell you the secret   It's ever so simple it really, really is      Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my   She's On Drugs What's up?   Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my   She's On Drugs      So steady on, get a grip on yourself   You just can't act like that in the theatre   Where'd you get that look in your eyes   Behaving like the boss of a whole new religion   Said please! I thought you got savvy   But you're looking like a lemon and talking like a navvy   Ah I guess that's so many people's problem these days:   You can see the hills - you just can't go there      Aw, it simply shouldn't ever occur   If she puts her arms above her head like that again   I don't know what I'll say or do   Hey Charlie      Now I'm out on the street and I believe she's in distress   She's got her hair in her eyes and her eyes are in a mess   Hey now, I've been hoping we was going to meet   Now won't you take my hand so I can help you across the street?   Whooo! Talk about bloodsports!   Even the spectators get killed!   You can see the cars, you just can't get out of their way      Ah this simply doesn't happen to me   If you have a single night like that in town again   I don't know what I'd say or do   Oh, but honey? I think I want to do it with you