On holiday we don't need no education, we play funky music, do dumb things, we want money for nothing, we have sympathy for the devil.

No secrets, we're riding on a storm, down the highway to hell, past Nutbush City Limits to Bow River. We boys light up, love cats, rock eagles, and swing with sultans. Then we mooch with Minnie til we're back in the USSR, in black.

Love us two times, take a piece of our heart... Will we ever see your face again?