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