ght's alive The beachball is set to fly Those well-tequilla'd guys who smile at strangers. á tes souhaits á tes amours chéri You give a little sneeze and dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba This life is sweet. You're dancin' in the street. Who k

Tonight's alive The beachball is set to fly Those well-tequilla'd guys who smile at strangers. á tes souhaits á tes amours chéri You give a little sneeze and dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba This life is sweet. You're dancin' in the street. Who knows who we might meet? You're too fine. The little weekend's here. Thursday has an ear. Her coffee-clash career, she talks to strangers. And kissing by the sea. Particular to me. 'ti punch, mojito, sling and dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba. This life is sweet. You're dancin' in the street. Who knows who, you and me You're too fine. We flash the seaside sky with starfish butterflies to cast a spell and welcome locals weekenders and strangers. You're too fine. You're too fine. You're too fine.