(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens)
This is the time, now gimme that beat
Feel how the rhythm grips your feet
Kitty baby, take my hand
She's like a devil, heaven sent
I'm in her arms and she's in mine
Maybe we 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, liberty
The jet set society
We are the jet set set, we are the jet set set
Society
We're on the run, we know where to go
We 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 them like we love D. Kaye
We need no money, we get it for free
We are the high-high-high society
We are the jet set, hop on the beam
Shine on, society, shine on, liberty
Shine on, luxury, shine on, society
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
Dig that kind of liberty and let's go to the moon..
Come and join the institution