I feel foolish I wanna drink too much
You look Polish, you got a wicked sense of humour
I feel dizzy and I want your touch
Let’s get tipsy and start a rumour
I feel restless here, I can’t sit still
Everybody at this party’s got their fingers in the till
I bet their parents are ridiculously loaded
Let’s get moving, before I’m loaded
The dancers need a dance floor, the swingers gotta swing
Fashionable people doing questionable things
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
I really like you and hope you like my band
I like your boyfriend too, do you think he’d understand?
I can’t remember how we ended up out here
But all good things have got to start somewhere
The dancers need a dance floor, the swingers gotta swing
Fashionable people doing questionable things
I don’t wanna hang around in someone else’s scene
Fashionable people doing questionable things
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Questionable, questionable, questionable things
So ditch him
He’s no good for you
Ditch him
Do the switcheroo
Switch him
Switch him up with me
Leave him in the ditch and you can hitch a ride for free
The dancers need a dance floor, the swingers gotta swing
Fashionable people doing questionable things
Looking just like magazines
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people
Questionable, questionable, questionable things