Lyrics
Spare me the eight-to-five people
Those half-alive people
I'll take the set that likes to get off the dime
Give me the pleasure seekers
Every time
Spare me the naughty world watchers
Also the bird watchers
In other words, they're for the birds, not for me
Give me the pleasure seekers
Yes, siree
It's cocktails at nine
At midnight, we dine
Then bubbly wine
In a small café where the gypsies play
'Til the break of day
Olé
No one you know lives twice, mister
Take my advice, mister
Give what you got before it's not there to give
Get with the pleasure seekers
Lovers and cheek-to-cheekers
Seek the pleasure seekers
And live
And live
And live
Like Liv