CLUBBING THE NIGHT AWAY
Music and lyrics by Roger Coghill
Frank the barman wears a bowler
Serving gin and coca cola
He’s the one that owns a roller,
Clubbing the night away.
Dance around your handbag, Laura,
Though the fellows might ignore her
Underneath they all adore her.
Clubbing the night away.
Chorus:
One, two and then a boom
Gliding round the room,
Bodies in the gloom
Touch, but don’t presume.
Cafe des Artistes is jumping
At 100 Club the drummer’s thumping
Ronnie Scotts is really something
Clubbing the night away.
Grab a girl and do the mambo
Hope she’s never heard of Rambo
Do the twist, forget the Tango
Clubbing the night away.
When the dawn comes up like thunder
And there’s nothing left to plunder
Wishing you were six foot under
Clubbing the night away.
Tea parties belong to vicars,
How on earth did those girls pick us?
Wonder where I got these knickers,
Clubbing the night away.
Oh my head, thank God it’s Sunday!
Swear I’ll give it all up one day,
But I just can’t wait ’til Monday,
And clubbing the night away.
There’s a nightclub they call Heaven
Doesn’t open ‘til eleven.
What goes on there would be telling
[Then all Hell breaks loose ‘til seven]
Clubbing the night away.