Nightclubbing we’re nightclubbing.
We’re walking through town.
Nightclubbing we’re nightclubbing.
We walk like a ghost.
We learn dances brand new dances.
Like the nuclear bomb.
When we’re nightclubbing.
Bright white clubbing.
Oh isn’t it wild…

Nightclubbing
Iggy Pop (1977), The Idiot

What a day for a daydream.
What a day for a daydreamin’ boy.
And I’m lost in a daydream.
Dreamin’ ‘bout my bundle of joy.
And even if time ain’t really on my side.
It’s one of those days for takin’ a walk outside.
I’m blowin’ the day to take a walk in the sun.
And fall on my face on somebody’s new mowed lawn.

Daydream
The Lovin’ Spoonful (1966), Daydream

Hang up the chick habit.
Hang it up, daddy.
A girl’s not a tonic or a pill.
Hang up the chick habit.
Hang it up, daddy.
You’re just jonesing for a spill.

Oh, how your bubble’s gonna burst.
When you meet another nurse.
She’ll be driving in a hearse.
You’re gonna need a heap of glue.
When they all catch up with you.
And they cut you up in two.

Chick Habit
April March (1995)

They say we’re young and we don’t know.
We won’t find out until we grow.
Well I don’t know if all that’s true.
‘Cause you got me, and baby I got you.

Babe.
I got you babe.
I got you babe.

I Got You Babe
Sonny & Cher (1965), Look at Us