There's always something going on in the nightclub at the harbor
The vultures are busy talking
A girl with a champagne glass jumps on my lap
She says we know each other from Sweden
Or not?
I stagger from the stool, I look around
Raise my glass of gin
The dress with the woman pulls me towards the stage
And says I should Sing something
My throat is burning
Here I come, your boogieman
Carry my heart in my hand
And the time on my face
It's just me, your boogieman
All alone on the stage
And blinded by the light
Old woman kisses young man
Accompaniment gets angry, trouble begins
Blown away in the corner Gossip journalist
The world photographed and no mystery solved
Nothing
The rich and beautiful have lost their dignity
I was born at the wrong time
Stop Just have my drink, I'll be right back
Ladies and Gentlemen the King is back
Here I come, your boogieman
Keep your hands on fire
Look how it burns
Here I come, your boogieman
I lost the rhythm
And forgot how to dance
Magnificent feelings, endless desire
We were very us and were happy about how timeless we were
With the wind in our hair and the moon above us
Your understanding of love, death and art
We wanted to be above things
Now you leave me here alone singing
I'm still your boogieman
A little wobbly on my feet
Maybe I need another drink or two
But then I'm your boogieman again
Yes from that Fashionable but timelessly beautiful
Your Boogieman
Am I no longer your Boogieman?