From The Hunter (1982) by Blondie

The Beast (Stein/Harry) - 4:54

We want fun, we wanna run
We want fun, we gotta run
We want fun, get out among
The hottest clubs and find some love

Billions of people have heard of me
And everybody knows the sun rises in the east
Not too nice not too sweet, no one even talks to me
I shake the leaves right off the trees, I'm the bee's greasy knees
I shake 'em, I break 'em, I drop 'em from eight miles high
Alright

In the past my fate was cast, my social life was limited
To Halloween and New Year's Eve, monotony was killing me
Approaching schizophrenia I hit the hot spots every night
And, for the first time in my life, the bouncers would greet me
Doormen would escort me, managers adored me
Photographers would follow me begging for a smile Beast
Over here Beast, here Beast, the hat check always said to me
Hiya B, whatcha doin' later?

We want fun, we gotta run
If you find fun get out and run
You need fun for feeling fine
We want fun for feeling fine
And find the one

Now I'm not bragging, heaven knows I spend no more nights alone
Lucky me I'm ten foot three and freaky
My picture's been re-printed and interviews requested one hundred times a week
Believe it, I'm not talking through my teeth
Are you sure you got it? I mean it, to prove it, I'm in the news
It's true, it's true, check it out, check it out

He wants her love
She wants love

I take action, get relief, pick a partner, pick a piece
Get satisfaction, I am the Beast, I am the Beast

She wants fun
He wants her love

I get satisfaction, I pick up my feet
I'm the centre of attraction by staying off the streets

And I want love
Get some funk and get some fun
Punks like fun