SUBURBIA LAD. 83616#

Sun magic that's what you are
Fun smooth like the style of the show there 
Speeding to your love 
Let the sound grow above 
Us in the clubhouse for stroll to that sound 
Saturday
Saturday 
In the style we hear 
Through the night allday allnight, I think of the rush onto the bright lights 
Looking good in threads and red 
Suburbia lad feeling quite right
Seen on you 
In a hype in the city for two 
Two of a kind in a kinda magic rewind
Live for the funk we're on a road 
to bit little man luck
Feeling the rush has passed through our lush
Zenadones 
Zenadones 
Zeee nnnn A dddone ssssss
Higher than a bird in the sky 
No more daily chase 
Right paid great a laid rate hate
No more
No more
Live for the weekend 
Zigging Zagging through the city streets 
on to a taxi and soon we meet
Going to the techno clubhouse to get a  little funki
Getting a little funki
Gawd is funki 
Gawd is funki
Kdawg is funki
We are all funki now
As a love junkie 
Nothing out of place in my hardcore embrace 
Suburbia lad you are my kinda magic journey in the place
A raver on the chase to the little pink race of you 
Dangerous so
Dangerous so 
Love or money make the World go round 
Go
Go
Go
Tremors of might are low 
Low 
Low 
I need my hardcore every day,
as I light the way to see you stay 
Smile beam
bounce,
Bounce bounce
To the sound
The Suburbia lad way.

Techno drum and 'base,bouncey buzzey, bleep.