| Three neon pyramids above the door
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| The sign says closed it depends who for
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| On the tables in the their brown suede shoes
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| While the band plays the rhythm of a mutant blues
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| Undergroud oasis blue lagoon
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| Dancing the slowly slow beneath a 40 watt moon
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| Can you do the slowly slow
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| When your head won’t start and your legs won’t go
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| Shuffling round on their brown suede feet
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| While the band start blowing and turning up the heat
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| Feeling alright, feeling alright
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| Just another quiet Saturday night
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| Well in comes the guy with the metal head
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| Drinks are served and filled with dread
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| Up come the lady with the big pink hair
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| Buy him a drink and pull him up a chair
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| If you don’t fit in you fit in here
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| Says the lady with the candyfloss hair
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| The loudmouthed guy in the Turkish fez
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| No one listens to a word he says
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| Except the man with the metal head
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| Who stands up slowly eyes full of hatred
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| The end up rolling in the sand
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| Into the plastic palm trees around the band
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| The air is filled with flying chairs
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| And the screams of the lady with the big pink hair
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| The band plays on in a higher key
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| To get above the noise of the revelry
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| Feeling alright, feeling alright
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| Just another quiet Saturday night
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| If you don’t fit in you fit in here
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| If you don’t fit in you fit in here
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| If you don’t fit in you fit in here |