Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk that I'm a woman's man- no time to talk. The music's loud and the women warm (I've been kicked around since I was born). Now, it's all right. It's okay. You may look the other way. We can try to understand this "New-York-Times-Effect-On-Man."
Whether you're a brother, or whether you're a mother, you're staying alive. Staying ALIVE! Feel the city breaking? And everybody shaking? Well, we're staying alive, staying alive. Hahaha! "Stayin alive." "Staying alive!" Hah. Staying alive.
Well now, I get low (and I get high). If I can't get either, I really try. Got the wings of heaven on my shoes- I'm a dancin man. I just can't lose. You know, it's all right. Its okay. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand the "New-York-Times-Effect" on man.
Whether you're a brother, or whether you're a mother, you're staying alive. Staying alive. You feel the city breaking- and everybody shaking, but you're staying alive... staying alive.
Man, life's going nowhere. Somebody help me. Somebody help me! Life's going nowhere! Somebody help me, yeah?
I'm staying alive.
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