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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blondie
Blondie
Performer
Deborah Harry
Deborah Harry
Vocals
Clem Burke
Clem Burke
Drums
Jimmy Destri
Jimmy Destri
Keyboards
Nigel Harrison
Nigel Harrison
Bass Guitar
Frank Infante
Frank Infante
Guitar
Chris Stein
Chris Stein
Guitar
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Stein
Chris Stein
Songwriter
Deborah Harry
Deborah Harry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Chapman
Mike Chapman
Producer

Lyrics

Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture
Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
24 hour shopping in rapture
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast
Flash is cool
François sait pas, Flashe no do
And you don't stop
Sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars
He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain
Paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
Said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"
Man to man
Body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall
Tea time technology
And a digital ladder
No sign of bad luck in rapture
Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on
Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip hop and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!
Written by: Chris Stein, Debbie Harry
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