Deadbeat Club — B-52 s The

Huh, Get a job, what for, I'm trying to think I was good, I could talk A mile a minute, On this caffeine buzz I was on We were really hummin' We would talk every day for hours We belong to the deadbeat club Anyway we can, We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain

We're the deadbeat club We're the deadbeat club

Going down to Allen's for A twenty-five cent beer And the jukebox playing real loud, Ninety-six tears We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Let's go crash that party down In Normaltown tonight Then we'll go skinny-dippin' In the moonlight We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time

Anyway we can We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain

Chorus

Oh no! Here they come The members of the deadbeat club