When it started downtown

I was showing off my boots at The Box

An uptown girl with a drop dead smile

And killer locks

Saw her see me seein' her

She saw me see her seein' me

I opened my mouth and some words came out which

Just ain’t my tendency

And we feel like it's after school

In the afternoon in the afterlife

And I know that it's nothing new

That there's only you

Until heaven or hell

Cut to the chase, my brother

There’s been weather and weather and weather and weather

And there's wolves on the wind

But we'll be just fine

So don't be sorry

We’ve got each other at night with our big city lights

And the Christmas ghost of Atari

Yeah, the Christmas ghost of Atari

And we feel like it's after school

In the afternoon in the afterlife

And we'll steal what we want from you

And take it with spoon to heaven or hell

Ta-ran-tu-la, ta-ran-tu-la

Ta-ran-tu-la-la, tu-ran-ta-ta-ran-tu-la

Ta-ran-tu-la, ta-ran-tu-la

Ta-ran-tu-la-la