You ain't no misfit
You don't wear no lipstick
Still you're gonna risk it as whiskeys sink at the stereo bar
Now you get the wizzdom
Just melt into the system
You've nothing to lose but your chains and
blues but don't take it too far
Alright, drop one biscuit to the diskhead
You never knew this could be alright
Drop one biscuit to the diskhead,
that's where it's at, go risk it!
You still may be a misfit (looking groovy)
Almost drowned by lipstick (like in movies)
Your moves are fantastic, yeah, you've been
Tested you're the video tzar
Maybe you're a godhead
And everybody knows it
But when you fall on the floor with a brain sore
you might not feel holy, anymore
Don't stop when the music is done
