Get ready for the show...

This is the time now gimme the beat
Feel how the rhythm grips your feet
Ah Kitty-Baby take my hand
She's like a devil heaven sent
I'm in her arms, she's in mine
Maybe we'll make the film on time
Sitting in the 15th row
Oh Baby, Baby I love you so

We are the jet-set society, we are the jet-set
And that means liberty

We're on the run
We know where to go
We've got the tickets for the midnight show
These nights are burning out so fast
Hop on the beam, you won't be last
The Russians seem to be that way
We love 'em like we love D. Kaye
We need no money, we got it free
We are the high-high-high-high-high
So-ci-e-ty

We are the jet-set society, we are the jet-set
And that means liberty

We are the jet-set / hop on the beam
We are the jet-set / hop on the beam

Shine on society - shine on liberty
Shine on luxury - shine on so-ci-e-ty

Streets are full of love and fear
This could be the final year
Enrico's dead but still okay
We dance the streets feeling well
If she's a liar, I'm her lover
If she's a priestess, I'm her cover
If she's a lady, I'm her man
If she's a man, I'll do what I can

Let's go to the moon
Let's go to the moon
Come and join the institution
Let's go to the moon
Get that taste of liberty and
Let's go to the moon

Lyrics & Music: Marian Gold, Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens