Electric Avenue

We're gonna rock down to the land of sleaze and booze 'cuz maybe she's for hire. Fake tans, fake smiles, fake boobs. What the EF?! The only thing real in this place is the bling. Bask in the glow of the blue light and blow your wad on $7 beers. Picking up Eurotrash ain't cheap. Mirrors on the ceiling and walls so Harvey Wallbanger can admire his white shoes and bleached teeth from all angles. With 4 guys to every girl, it's Banarama. So much as graze Miss Thang's thang and it's murder on the dancefloor. Unless you buy her a $14 cocktail.