No more dancing. Victims of gentrification are we all. Punks.
Tight Pockets has been rezoned and shut down and will probably be raized and some POSH BOUGIE twat of a house or store or apartment building will be put there.
They put a parking lot on a piece of land
Where the supermarket used to stand.
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local palais.
That's where the big bands used to come and play.
My sister went there on a saturday.
Come dancing!
All her boyfriends used to come and call,
"Why not come dancing?"
It's only natural.
Another saturday, another date.
She would be ready but she'd always make him wait
In the hallway in anticipation.
He didn't know the night would end up in frustration.
He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week.
All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek.
Come dancing!
That's how they did it when I was just a kid.
And when they said "Come dancing!"
My sister always did.
My sister should've come in at midnight.
And my mom would always sit up and wait.
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late.
Out of my window I could see them in the moonlight.
Two sillouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate.
The day they knocked down the pailais
My sister stood and cried.
They day they knocked down the pailais
PART OF MY CHILDHOOD DIED!
JUST DIED!
Now I'm grown up and playing in a band.
And there's a carpark where the pailais used to stand.
My sister's married and she lives on an estate.
Her daughters go out. Now, it's her turn to wait.
She knows they get away with things she never could.
But, If I asked her, I wonder if she would
Come Dancing!
Come on, sister, have yourself a ball!
And all your friends would come dancing.
It's only natural.
Come Dancing!
Just like the pailais on a saturday!
And all your friends would come dancing
Where the big bands used to play.
They put a parking lot on a piece of land
Where the supermarket used to stand.
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local palais.
That's where the big bands used to come and play.
My sister went there on a saturday.
Come dancing!
All her boyfriends used to come and call,
"Why not come dancing?"
It's only natural.
Another saturday, another date.
She would be ready but she'd always make him wait
In the hallway in anticipation.
He didn't know the night would end up in frustration.
He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week.
All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek.
Come dancing!
That's how they did it when I was just a kid.
And when they said "Come dancing!"
My sister always did.
My sister should've come in at midnight.
And my mom would always sit up and wait.
It always ended up in a big row
When my sister used to get home late.
Out of my window I could see them in the moonlight.
Two sillouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate.
The day they knocked down the pailais
My sister stood and cried.
They day they knocked down the pailais
PART OF MY CHILDHOOD DIED!
JUST DIED!
Now I'm grown up and playing in a band.
And there's a carpark where the pailais used to stand.
My sister's married and she lives on an estate.
Her daughters go out. Now, it's her turn to wait.
She knows they get away with things she never could.
But, If I asked her, I wonder if she would
Come Dancing!
Come on, sister, have yourself a ball!
And all your friends would come dancing.
It's only natural.
Come Dancing!
Just like the pailais on a saturday!
And all your friends would come dancing
Where the big bands used to play.