Well the room was pink and the signs were seriousPaperback dolls being slammed deliriousFeeling like a joke in the bar underneathAnd it was Saturday night in the year of the good thief
Well I tumbled up the stairs the wrong way roundI hit my head on the ceiling when my feet hit the groundAnd then the big dumb blond in the gold fish bowlCried Ella's in the band but she's got no soul!
My friend John was a serious oneButtoned up the back and a job half doneLazy old boy when the good girls turnHis teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burnWhen will he ever learn?
Well the night was spent and my money was youngAnd then I had to get home before my neck was wrungAnd everybody danced in the same old way
And if I'm feeling old and desperate, I'll be back some day
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