The dancehalls are dark now, the
Ballrooms are closed. No wax for my
Needle and I don't suppose you'll be
Swinging by anytime soon, singing that
Same so-so tune. Nobody's playing,
No-one's been paid. The music's all
Stopped and you never said you could
Wait from September to June, singing
That same so-so tune. While brothers
Are fighting and working to rule, here's
A tired, sentimental old song. It goes:
'Ooh, baby, baby, treating me wrong'.
We'll be back where we belong before
Long ... I've heard all the stories, it's
Wild and it's new: Hot sounds in the
City, but what can I do? Might as well
Shoot for the moon, singing that same
So-so tune. While brothers are fighting
And working to rule, here's a tired,
Sentimental old song. It goes: 'Ooh,
Baby, baby, treating me wrong'. We'll
Be back where we belong before long.
Ballrooms are closed. No wax for my
Needle and I don't suppose you'll be
Swinging by anytime soon, singing that
Same so-so tune. Nobody's playing,
No-one's been paid. The music's all
Stopped and you never said you could
Wait from September to June, singing
That same so-so tune. While brothers
Are fighting and working to rule, here's
A tired, sentimental old song. It goes:
'Ooh, baby, baby, treating me wrong'.
We'll be back where we belong before
Long ... I've heard all the stories, it's
Wild and it's new: Hot sounds in the
City, but what can I do? Might as well
Shoot for the moon, singing that same
So-so tune. While brothers are fighting
And working to rule, here's a tired,
Sentimental old song. It goes: 'Ooh,
Baby, baby, treating me wrong'. We'll
Be back where we belong before long.