And I'll try to play it off cool When they ask I'll just say, "He's nobody" And me well I'm nobody's fool And all my friends will say, "Hey don't you know him?" One more night with the same neon lights And I'll find my place at the bar One more down, so

Xanadu, Xanadu (Now we are here) in Xanadu Xanadu, your neon lights will shine for you, Xanadu A place where nobody dared to go The love that we came to know They call it Xanadu And now, open your eyes and see what we have made is real We are in Xanadu A

Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere I can do anything tonight It's in neon lights an' global rights Frank? He's on the phone There ain't no German girl outside

Ah ah ah ah La da da da da Soft ice cream All the lights in Miami begin to gleam Ruby, blue and green, neon too Everything looks better from above my king

Waiting in a car Waiting for the right time Waiting for a ride in the dark The night city grows Look at the horizon glow Drinking in the lights Following the neon signs Waiting for a word Looking at the milky skyline

She don't get the blues, she gives 'em Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights And she don't like those hurtin' songs Cause she's already lived 'em She checks her broken heart there at the

Waiting in a car Waiting for the right time Waiting for a ride in the dark The night city grows Look at the horizon glow Drinking in the lights Following the neon signs Waiting for a word Looking at the milky skyline

I believe most people are good And most mama's oughta qualify for sainthood I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium lights I believe you love who you love Ain't nothing you should ever be ashamed of I believe this world ain't half

Neon lights Like neon lights Baby when they look up at the sky We'll be shooting stars just passing by You'll be coming home with me tonight And we'll be burning up like neon lights You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces

'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet Hanging at the bar here every night Lola built this joint in sixty-seven And her boy went out to fight on