A big party with confetti?
Nonsense for our friend Freddie.
He's lost among people
yelling "I don't give a fuck".
He's just seeking for that weird luck
his party mates call love.
Music, dance and drugs,
Freddie's not doing anymore
things making him heavy.
Life's giving him heady shots
when he only, he swears, looks for
someone to restore his inner dancefloor.