Well, my temp'rature's risin' and my feet on the floor. Twenty people knockin' 'cause they're wanting some more. Let me in, baby, I don't know what you've got.
Well, I'm leaving, baby. I'm gonna go away from here. You know I'm leaving, baby. I'm gonna go away from here. Ain't even gonna worry. Ain't even gonna shed a tear.
Well my temperature's rising and my feet are on the floor. Twenty people knocking 'cos they're wanting some more. Let me in baby, I don't know what you've got.
Well it's happening again, like I always thought it would. . Madmen dancing in the street and fires rage.. And it's a strange infatuation taking off across the nations.