We were wide boys, dressed in baggy old jackets
tight jeans and daft smiles
We'd swallow hard and jump
Yeah! Jump boys! Jump boys!
Down the local dance hall on a Saturday night,
Amphetamine sulphate rush, blind bodies
Flying and jiving, pushin and shovin
Sweatin and laffin with it all
But the greatest of 'em all was that Wilco, machine gun firing
He'd have the boys rocking n rolling all the night long
Who are those nice lookin gals in the video
Look like Jimmy Saville's tame little friends
They should have come down the road
Let us throw a few shapes
Jive the night away
Far from the creeps and monsters
Goodnight Goodnight
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