Friday At The Dance

Well I’ve been dancing all my life, as long as I remember My Mum would teach us one by one To learn to dance together Well we got no pay and we got no job and we got no money in the bank But Friday night at the stroke of nine we’d all head to the dance With a one pound note that I got from my mother And chatting up one guy and eying up the other Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather Friday at the dance With the boys on the left and the girls on the right And Mum there in the middle She’d ask us if we had no drink and swear it on the bible We’d stay all night till the cows came home, given half a chance Nothing could compare with the people there, Friday at the dance With a one pound note that I got from my mother And chatting up one guy and eying up the other Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather Friday at the dance Well how the time it passes by from one day to another If I’d the chance to start again I’d do the same all over Well we got no gold and we got no boat and we got no villa in France But Friday night at the stroke of nine we still head to the dance With a one pound note that I got from my mother and chatting up one guy and eying up the other Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather Friday at the dance With a one pound note that I got from my mother and chatting up one guy and eying up the other Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather Friday at the dance