Flip the light on in the hall
Put my shoulder to the door
I'd like to turn up the stereo
But it's not working anymore
If the heat won't come on
At least there's liquor in the cabinet
It's a funky old place
But you've got to admit
it's not so terrible
You prob'ly like it
I'm Mr. Wonderful
No need to fight it
Throw your jacket on the metal chair
Pick any place that you like
Keep showing your dancer's moves and
I'll sing like Barry White
It's not so terrible
You prob'ly like it
I'm your Mr. Wonderful
Don't try to fight it
Late night
New York City
Underground
Where the music gets to me
Everyone mixes
The lovely, the cursed
You saw me, but I saw you first
Yeah, I get crazy, but I cool out, too
So enough about me
What's the story with you?
(Perfume)
I'm attracted to you
(Got tats)
Yeah, baby, that's cool, too
(Relaxed)
When you don't even know me
I know you can dance
'Cause you already showed me
It's not so terrible
You prob'ly like it
I'm your Mr. Wonderful
Don't try to fight it