He goes to the expected local bar.
6 sharp - he's there with his tear inside and his lonely hair.
Playing musical barstools and oozing cool 'till it pools and it drips from his armpits.
He wanna dance slow at the disco then go home - maybe with a lady whose lies no longer phase him.
Those lonely folk, that local joke.
Well, they're just like me.
I'd do anything for the hand of an honest man and the sound of my favourite band and SATURDAY NIGHT!
Ain't the scent divine?
If that ain't love then I stand corrected, baby.
Guess you've got it all sewn up.
Show me a better time and I'll spend it - We'll get high on the dusk.
She used to be a lady but it's hard in the trenches.
Stilletto pirouettes don't get the soldiers' attention.
The battle rages on for any affection.
All her jewels for a young man's dettention.
The swing of the marching bands and their heartbreak song keeps her here,
and her fear keeps her holding on to the hope of kind words.
That lonely bird, she's just like me.
I'd do anything for the hand of an honest man and the sound of my favourite band and SATURDAY NIGHT!
scent divine?
If that ain't love then I stand corrected, baby.
Guess you've got it all sewn up.
Show me a better time and I'll spend it - We'll get high on the dusk.
HEY!!
Everybody loves a party.
So lets have some fun.....
