Where is the boy whose bass is big and bold?
Where is the boy whose beats are made of solid gold?
They've got a song, funny how, funny how, funny how it flows
Heaven is down, wherever their DJ pack goes
All the oldies and the oldies playing
All the oldies and the oldies playing

And the radio, they don't make you feel the way you do
My Friday night gurus
You're the only one who knows this with a false of audio
I believe in all your fantasies, a city as they seem
You're from another world
Where is the boy the boogey's from in him?
He'll make you dance as smoothly as the dolphins swim
They've got a sound, see us, see our face
In the face we can see us perfectly round
Like spirals in their DNA
All the oldies and the oldies playing
And the radio, they don't make you feel the way you do
My Friday night gurus
You're the only one who knows this with a false of audio
I believe in all your fantasies, a city as they seem
You're from another world
I walk the night through the people on the streets
Oh, what I would give to be in your company
Into the night with the sailors of the sleaze
Oh, hands on deck, they're like animals in here
All the oldies and the oldies playing
On the radio, they don't make you feel the way you do
My Friday night gurus
You're the only one who knows this with a false of audio
I believe in all your fantasies, a city as they seem
You're from another world
You're from another world