I could wear the clothes of the characters of films that I see

Some say unoriginal but it works out for me

I collect the labels of the drinks that I drink

So many fluids, one would think that I'd sink

It's a fact, dear, I'm an act here

No camera, no stage

Dressed to impress

So I can lie about my age

And oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again

And oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again

I can't differentiate my dreams from the real

And I can't tell you how familiar it feels

I see the faces as I enter the room

Quite unintentionally I am a buffoon

It's a fact, dear, I'm an act here

No camera, no stage

Dressed to impress

So I can lie about my age

And oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again

And oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again

And the beatniks and the junkies

And if you feed them, you're flunky

You sing, ooh, ooh, ooh

There's Paul's house, there's blow there

No we don't go, we stay there

And sing, ooh, ooh, ooh

And the projects and the Charlies

And the discos and the parties

And the blood streets and the new wave

It's the renaissance of these days

'Cause oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again

And oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again

And oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again

And oh, you gonna lean on your friends

And oh, you did it again