Zazoo, what you're gonna do?
There's a lot of people gunning for you
Zazoo, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
That Zazoo, he don't care
Dark glasses, long hair
Takes his time, sneers at men
Some ugly people want revenge
Zazoo, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night (In the night)
In the night (In the night)
That Zazoo, he sleeps all day
Then down to select all the call they say
Sips his drinks, orders more
Says what he thinks and it's a crazy war
Zazoo, what you're gonna do?
A knock on the door in the night
(In the night In the night ...)
Zazoo, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night (the night the night)
And when the soldiers strut, all he cares about
Is love
When the flags are out, all he cares about
Is love
Well, there's a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and -
Collaboration (-ration)
In the night
(In the night In the night In the night In the night ...)
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Wrong Wrong Wrong Wrong Wrong Wrong Wrong Wrong
Wrong Wrong Wrong Wrong Wrong ...)
In the night (In the night In the night)
In the night (In the night In the night)
Zazoo, what you're gonna do?
There's a lot of people gunning for you
Zazoo, comment allez-vous?
A knock on the door in the night
Now everybody's under somebody's spell
Unless they've already gone to hell
In the streets you can hear the people say
That, Zazoo, you should be locked away!
When the soldiers strut, all he cares about
Is love
Oh, when the flags are out, all he cares about
Is love
And there's a thin line between love and crime
And in this situation
A thin line between love and crime and
Collaboration
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