Oh the wind whistles down
the cold dark street tonight
and the people they were dancing
to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls
with the curls in their hair
And the shy tormented youth sit
way over there
And the songs they get louder
each one better than before

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So-called Mr Rock & Roll,
Is dancing on his own again,
Talking on his phone again,
To someone who tells him that his balance is low.
He’s got nowhere to go, he’s on his own again.

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