Giants from 3 by Clivey MacDougall

Funny old man starin at the dance floor
move over you don`t dance no more
no more cha cha no more jive you gotta get a grip guy

In a bus sitting there by the roadside
about half a mile down from the turnstile
I couldn't have known what it would get like
the sweat on my chest through the night
It all seemed so terribly real
and the people seemed terribly real
I`d noticed like it was frozen in time
30 odd years down the line
still stuck in time.

Everything still just the same
but you've run out of stuff left to blame
you've burnt out of reasons to live
bugger all left to give
Funny old man starin at the dance floor
move over you don't dance no more
no more shuffle no more jive you better get a grip guy

There's this little girl who sits on her toadstool
You gotta take care she don't make you her tool
and they say that there's no fool like an old fool
and it's so true but she's so cool
and she flutters her iridescent wings
lightly floats from the ground when you sing
though she understands most of the things that matter to you

Funny old man standing at the dance floor
better than knock knock knocking on deaths door
you want to take it further than before
but she don't want to know
Funny old man starin at the dance floor
you gotta do what you gotta do what it takes to get the bloodflow
but no more shuffle and no more jive
time to get a grip guy
it's time to get a grip guy

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