Night Fever

It's Saturday night

I'm here on the street corner of a big city in Europe

And I'm looking at everyone dressing for Saturday night

Oh and that night fever, night fever

This is something that we understand inside

Oh, night fever, night fever

Something we understand inside

Can I just love this night without being selfish?

Can I love this night and let everyone do their thing

And me not judge them on the corner?

How they dress, how they are, can I relax and just enjoy this?

Night fever, night fever

We know how to do it

Oh, night fever, night fever

We know intuitively how to do this for a long time

Oh, must be that night fever that I sense

Oh, here I am wanting this night to last

I want to dance too in the bars

I want to dance too in the clubs

Then the night will be mine, just like them

Oh, night fever, night fever

We intuitively know this

Oh, night fever, night fever

We know how to show it

Oh, in Paris, they know how to do this thing

Oh, night fever, night fever

We know how to do it, oh indeed

Oh, here I am wanting this moment to stay

On the street corner in early May

With the trees out in the twilight

With the trees out in the night

Oh, this must be night fever

And I can feel it

Oh, this must be night fever

I still feel this

I still feel this

Now how can I act not selfishly?

The way I felt it when I was nineteen

Can I act more... how can I put it?