Night Clubbing Huh
Scampi in a basket Plastic palm trees
A 70#s night club in Rotherham
They called Tiffany's.
Ever Friday night me and my mates would hit town
Go on a pub crawl and then later
Boogie on down.
I recall how the girls would dance around their handbags
Like it was some kind of fertility dance
And we were out to pull a bird
For some romance.
We'd stand at the side of the dance floor
Eyeing them up Trying to summon up some courage
To go dance and chat them up
But we needed more beer to sup.
As the music blared and the lights flashed
We soon emptied our pockets of cash
The girls looked so pretty dancing just a few feet a way
But to me at least
It seemed that they were out of my league
And it was as though they were a million miles away.
Should I risk it and take a chance to go and dance
Think I'll just have another drink first.
Five drinks later and I still hadn't drunk enough
To go and chat them up
And off I'd stumble to the toilets for the twentieth time
While all my friends were dancing
And having such a great time.
Suddenly I was drunk as a skunk and thought I was superman
I'd stumble back onto the dance floor
Trying to look cool like Bryan Ferry
But tripping over the girls handbags
An d looking such a fool
As the room spun around and around
But off to the toilet I'd have to again go
Another drink on the way back and I was ready
To chat someone up at last
Bit the music had stopped
And it was too late
The dance floor was empty
And most of the clubbers
Had gone home
And I was stood there swaying and falling about
On my own.
So Me and my mates would take a taxi home
I'd be sick all over the taxi drivers back
Always the same on the way back.
When I got home the room began to spin
The loud music still ringing in my ears
I'd be so drunk I'd just fall into bed
And wake up the next morning with a huge headache
And rocks in my head.
Never again I'd think to myself.
I was sick my pockets were empty
And had the biggest headache
Didn't get a girl or get a date
I might as well thrown my money down the toilet
And hit myself over the head with a very large fish
But we did the same thing every week
And I couldn't wait.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
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