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The Best of Blondie
Disc 1
01. X Offender
02. In the Flesh
03. Man Overboard
04. Rip Her to Shreds
05. Fan Mail
06. Denis
07. Contact in Red Square
08. Kung Fu Girls
09. I’m on E
10. I’m Gonna Love You Too
11. Just Go Away
12. Poets Problem
Disc 2
01. (I’m Always Touched by Your) Presence, Dear
02. Picture This
03. Detroit 442
04. Fade Away and Radiate
05. Hanging On the Telephone
06. Will Anything Happen
07. Rifle Range
08. 11:59
09. Sunday Girl
10. Heart of Glass
11. One Way or Another
12. Dreaming
Disc 3
01. Living in the Real World
02. Union City Blue
03. The Hardest Part
04. Atomic
05. Slow Motion
06. Die Young Stay Pretty
07. Call Me
08. The Tide Is High
09. Rapture
10. Walk Like Me
11. War Child
12. Island of Lost Souls
Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose

Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back
Sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
24 hours shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast
Flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashé no do

And you don't stop
Sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

Then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet

Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture
Be pure

Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain
Paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"

Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
Send hip-hop and you don't stop
Just blast off
Sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!