In the pulse of the night, where shadows play,
He walks with a rhythm, in his own bold way,
Leather jacket, eyes with a fiery glaze,
A rebel in the dark, he sets the beat ablaze.

His steps sync with the bassline, defiance in his sway,
A rude boy anthem, he's here to play,
From the underground clubs to the rooftop scene,
He owns the night, a dancefloor king.

Rude boy, you are a rude boy**,
In the smoke and the strobes, you're the real McCoy,
Your moves cut through the crowd, a rebel's decoy,
Rude boy, you are a rude boy.

He spins like vinyl records, vinyl soul,
A fusion of rebellion and electric control,
His dance is a protest, a riotous plea,
Against conformity, against mediocrity.

His steps sync with the bassline, defiance in his sway,
A rude boy anthem, he's here to play,
From the underground clubs to the rooftop scene,
He owns the night, a dancefloor king.

Rude boy, you are a rude boy,
In the smoke and the strobes, you're the real McCoy,
Your moves cut through the crowd, a rebel's decoy,
Rude boy, you are a rude boy.

The DJ cranks it up, the speakers quake,
He moonwalks on broken glass, no mistake,
His rhythm's a rebellion, a sonic riot,
Rude boy, dance till the morning light.

Rude boy, you are a rude boy,
In the smoke and the strobes, you're the real McCoy,
Your moves cut through the crowd, a rebel's decoy,
Rude boy, you are a rude boy.