they put a parking lot on a piece of land
when the supermarket used to stand. before that they put up a bowling alley
on the site that used to be the local palais. that's where the big bands used to come and play. my sister went there on a saturday. come dancing
all her boyfriends used to come and call. why not come dancing
another date. she would be ready but she's always make him wait. in the hallway
he didn't know the night would end up in frustration. he'd end up blowing all his wages for the week
all for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek. come dancing
that's how they did it when i was just a kid
and when they said come dancing
my sister always did. my sister should have come in at midnight
and my mum would always sit up and wait. it always ended up in a big row
when my sister used to get home late. out of my window i can see them in the moonlight
two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate. the day they knocked down the palais
my sister stood and cried. the day they knocked down the palais
part of my childhood died
just died. now i'm grown up and playing in a band
and there's a car park where the palais used to stand. my sister's married and she lives on an estate. her daughters go out
now it's her turn to wait. she knows they get away with things she never could
but if i asked her i wonder if she would
have yourself a ball. don't be afraid to come dancing
it's only natural. come dancing
just like the palais on a saturday. and all her friends will come dancing
where the big bands used to play.