Chorus: There they go the buccaneers Hand and hand in leather gloves So fast so crazy With a creepy kind of love Chorus 1: Bright lights, black leather Bright lights, black leather (black leather) Some towns make me anxious Others sane but sad But West Berlin's by far the strangest time I ever had (chorus) (chorus 1) All night town of punks and art All saying look at me Never seen so much black leather Even on car hoods Surrounded by East Germany So (chorus) (chorus 1) They want to know just who you are Or how they can amuse you (sum it up, sum it up) Squatters freaks Mohicans Or even a wall of voodoo (chorus) (chorus 1) If I had to sum it up Without sounding too clever I'd have to say my life has been A case of bright lights Black leather (chorus 1 - 4x)