I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute,
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin´
We´d talk every day for hours
We belong to the deadbeat club
Anyway we can,
We are going to find smth
We will dance in the garden
In torn sheets in the rain
We are the deadbeat club
We are the deadbeat club
Going down to Allen´s for
A twenty-five cent beer
And the jukebox playing real loud,
"Ninety-six tears"
We are wild girls walkin´ down the street
Wild girls & boys going out for a big time
Let´s go crash that party down
In Normaltown tonight
Then we will go skinny-dippin´
In the moonlight
We are wild girls walkin´ down the street
Wild girls & boys going out for a big time
Anyway we can
We are going to find smth
We will dance in the garden
In torn sheets in the rain
Chorus
Oh no! Here they come
The members of the deadbeat club
B-52s, The Ringtones