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They put a parking lot on a piece of land,
Where the supermarket used to stand;
Before that they put up a bowling alley,
On the site that used to be the local Palais,
Where the big bands used to come and play,
My sister went there on a Saturday.
Come dancing,
Come on, sister, have yourself a ball;
Why not come dancing,
It's only natural.
Another Saturday, another date,
She would be ready but she'd always make them wait;
In the hallway in anticipation,
He didn't know the night would end up in frustration;
He'd end up blowing all his wages for the week,
All for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek.
Come dancing,
That's how they did it when I was just a kid;
When they said come dancing,
My sister always did.
My sister should have come in at midnight,
And my mom would always sit up and wait;
It always ended up in a big row,
When my sister used to get home late.
[spoken] And out of my window,
I could see them in the moonlight:
Two silhouettes,
Saying goodnight by the garden gate.
The day they knocked down the Palais,
My sister stood and cried;
The day they knocked down the Palais,
Part of my childhood died.
Now I'm grown up and playing in a band,
They're parking cars where the Palais used to stand;
My sister's married and she lives on an estate,
The girls go out, another date, her turn to wait;
She gets together with the things she never could,
But if I asked her I wonder if she would....
Come dancing,
Come on, sister, have yourself a ball;
Why not come dancing,
It's only natural.
Come dancing,
Down at the Palais on a Saturday;
Why not come dancing,
Where the big bands used to play?
