Two Dancers

By smirking prank of fate We find ourselves dancing late Like young reprobates By the milky light of the mighty moon Find someone to nuzzle to And waltz from the room Were all quiffed and cropped This is our lot We hold each other up heavy with hops

Whooooa oooh whoooa ooh ohh Watch me, watch me The belle of the ball my heart, my hand and everything I own We are the boys with new shiny shoes we've seen them all and we've chosen you Now no one will find your limit Girls from Roedean Girls from Sh

We still got the taste dancin on our tongues Kick! The spirit kicks, But the moonshine plays cheap tricks. Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town, scaring the oldies into their dressing gowns, as the dribbling dogs howl. What'so wrong wi

When we turn up in our turn ups Our hearts are heavy Our heads are ready to levy For the yippee-less swing For the tot-less cot For the mock, for the shock For the fun powder plot With courage and conviction In donkey jaw diction We cry for the cause

Carry me hooting and howling to the river to wash off my hands of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand Any rival who goes for our girls will be left thumb sucking in terror and bereft of all coffin bearers A crude art, a bovver boot ballet - equally