Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Five

Oh, no one ever left alive In 1985, will ever do
She may be right, she may be fine
She may get love
But she won't get mine 'cause I got you

Oh, I
Oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

Shake it
Baby, don't break it

Oh, my mama said a time would come
When I would find myself in love with you
I didn't think, I never dreamed
That I would be around to see it all come true

Oh, I
Oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

Oh, no one ever left alive in 1985 will ever do
Well, she may be right, she may be fine
She may get love
But she won't get mine cause I got you

Oh, I
Oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady left behind

Band on the run, band on the run
Band on the run, band on the run