On a highway to hell with TNT. I'm having a drink on ACDC, they said It’s free… Faullin, like Tom Petty. His girlfriend liked Horses and was crazy about the king. He didn’t get his Money for nothing. He played his guitar on the MTV. And me, I go dire straits for these chimes. Foreign to them, it feels like the first time, as I’m born again, into a juke box hero. All the best music comes from the eight zeros.
I blast to the 80s till my ears are sore. But I still haven’t found what I’m lookin for. I’ll take you high into the danger zone….. I’m bad to the bone.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, Music now. I miss the rapid eye movement flow of it, Holy Cow. Sad Songs. I want to tune in and turn them on, like Elton John. Who was Simply Irresistible, as was Palmer. I might as well face it, I’m addicted, to a time no longer.
I blast to the 80s till my ears are sore. But I still haven’t found what I’m lookin for. I’ll take you high into the danger zone…. I’m bad to the bone.
I can hear Phil Collins in the Air Tonight. Watching Riskey Business or football on Monday night. On Miami Vice or on adds for Mikkelobe, like great 80s music, it surrounds the globe. How many times can commercialization toll the bell of Metallica nation? It jumps hot for teacher fantasizations, while going 5150 for Van Halen. 80s hits spread like wildfire. You too may watch its desire, from Huey’s News Tower. That’s just the power. Of love in this journey to be a survivor. Don’t stop believing in the eye of the tiger. For these sounds will never part. You can hear them in the burning heart.
I blast to the 80s till my ears are sore. But I still haven’t found what I’m lookin for. I’ll take you high into the danger zone…. I’m bad to the bone.
