Junkies Of The Rhythm (BUS STOP CHINESE BUFFET)

Tic-toc, clic-clac, clock hands moving like a picture
Flip-flop, hip-hop, foxtrot - pepper to the mixture

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Don't fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm

Just like always you make a very tall impression
And I glide like a kite, never felt more alive

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Don't fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm

Flying bits of crass and nasty information
You're hot and fuming - so compelled to say "correction", your Honour
You see right through me and you freeze me with obsession
And I glide like a kite, never felt more alive

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Don't fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm

And I glide like a kite, never felt more alive