Bright Lights Black Leather - Adam Ant

There they go the buccaneers

Hand and hand in leather gloves

So fast so crazy

With a creepy kind of love

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

Some towns make me anxious

Others sane but sad

But West Berlin’s by far the strangest time

I ever had

There they go the buccaneers

Hand and hand in leather gloves

So fast so crazy

With a creepy kind of love

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

All night town of punks and art

All saying look at me Never seen so much black leather

Even on car hoods

Surrounded by East Germany

So There they go the buccaneers

Hand and hand in leather gloves

So fast so crazy

With a creepy kind of love

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

They want to know just who you are

Or how they can amuse you (sum it up, sum it up)

Squatters freaks Mohicans

Or even a wall of voodoo

There they go the buccaneers

Hand and hand in leather gloves

So fast so crazy

With a creepy kind of love

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

If I had to sum it up Without sounding too clever

I’d have to say my life has been

A case of bright lights

Black leather

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)

Bright lights, black leather

Bright lights, black leather (black leather)