Verse 1
I was dancing alone in my room with a view,
With my 8-track repeater.
Had no desire to grow up anytime soon,
And with my radio speaker,
I would turn up the tune.
Chorus
In 1985, we're taking a chance,
Had enough of making love,
I just wanted to dance
In 1985, I'm done with romance,
Had enough of making love,
I just wanted to dance.
Verse 2
Switching out the tape to hear some side-B Sting,
I gave the music a listen.
If Jackson could sing and if Prince were king,
We've got only one question,
Where would The Bolts fit in?
Chorus
In 1985, we're taking a chance,
Had enough of making love,
I just wanted to dance
In 1985, I'm done with romance,
Had enough of making love,
I just wanted to dance.
Verse 3
So, I was dancing alone in my room with a view,
With my 8-track repeater.
My momma would scream, Turn that down, would you?,
But I'd just turn up the speaker.
Riding on the sound-wave where Hall & Oates meet,
They say she's just a man-eater.
Now give me all that music, we're making it sweet.
I don't want to grow up,
I just want to move my feet.
Chorus
In 1985, we're taking a chance,
Had enough of making love,
I just wanted to dance
In 1985, I'm done with romance,
Had enough of making love,
I just wanted to dance.