We take the road to bonifacio
We smell the salt and
Break our way through
We dance until the morning sun
Our words they seem,
They seem to be spun
She keeps her smile
And runs away
But you scaredy cat
You have to stay
Better close the gates
And play the game
You really want to get
Rid of all the fame
We keep our head,
We hold it high
We wear our jeans,
We were them tight
You better start, start to run
You better start,
Better start to have fun
Start to run
Start to have fun
Dance in the sun
You better dance
