BACK-ALLEY BARN DANCE

Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Just a victim of happenstance in a trance Carried by your feet into the back alley barn dance You never stood a chance Not a peep through the window not even a glance Not even a glance mate Making friends, friends for life which doesn't mean much if you don't live through the night Bottle of red that'll go to your head and you wake up in the morning with your kidneys on the dark web Two for one she said Ah that's cheap Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Then there's Lorna, you would've adored her Selling her wares over there on the corner But the back-alley had to call her Sewer rats feast another back-alley dance goner Only punters left to mourn her Only shop counters to adore her Last chance so you think you can dance with this back-alley knight and his machete lance Impervious thanks to his resistance to tranquillisers and a shopping bag filled with 37 improvised shanks So you think you can dance Well throw some fucking shapes then Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Ha ha ha ha ha I'm back on these bitches so why don't you see I work every day so tell me I'm free I'm back on these bitches so why don't you see I work every day so tell me I'm free I'm needing some vice and I won't ask twice you can feed me rice no more mr nice No more mr nice and I won't ask twice I need a I need a I need a I need a I need a I need some vice I need some vice I need some vice Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Back-alley barn dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha