You’d better come on
 
Please stop dancing and sit down
We must talk about a serious point
I think you agree with me to sing
That the world of pop music is shutting down
 
One day you are star number one
They want to know everything about your mum
But do not get too much illusion
On The next day you fall into oblivion

Refrain:
Get down come on sing
(you’d better get down)
You’ll see how I feel
(come on)
Each time it’s like a dream
(come on, come on)
Do you know what I mean?
 
You gotta sell sex to sell records
You gotta show up naked to let you know
You must be this kind of starlet flake
Redone down to the nails and from foot to head

No need to shake your ass to make me dream
You cannot make me leave/get off from my chair
I want music that echoes in my head
It’s the only thing that makes me soar
 
Refrain x2:
Get down come on sing
You’ll see how I feel
Each time it’s like a dream
Do you know what I mean?