Miss Thing - Adam Ant

Temperatures rise at a hundred degrees

Bet you don’t freeze at the Mile High Club

The crash axe would be my only defense

Dogs go berserk when my engines start

Any any animal, any any animal

Get your feet up on the floor, find your father, four to four

Any any animal, any any animal

Jack you were wiped out, blood’s still running

Sex gang children gang up on you, jump on top, on top of you

Make love, make love, make love to you, one two three four five miles high

At the Mile High Club

Animal pairs is the game they play, flying flying, flying all the way

This one’s for you, only minor birds out there

All the way, all the way to Les Boucher

Any any animal, any any animal

Get your feet up on the floor, find your father, four to four

Any any animal, any any animal

Jack you were wiped out, blood’s still running

Sex gang children gang up on you, jump on top, on top of you

Make love, make love, make love to you, one two three four five miles high

Some errants think nothing of letting animals die in the halls

But this will change, Captain Love speaking, some turbulance on board

Haylike nest, buddy on jest

Animal pairs is the game they play, all the way to Les Boucher

At the Mile High Club, at the Mile High Club, at the Mile High Club

At the Mile High Club