The Men They Couldn't Hang - Dancing on the Pier lyrics

Pick me up at Seven O'Clock Down by the harbour lights We're crammed in on the back seat Like a case of dynamite We're headed for the dockside To drown the working blues In noisy bars and custom cars And blue suede dancing shoes Dancing on the pier! Seven O'Clock till Two! Kissing in the shadows Of the avenue Dancing on the pier! Start the weekend here! Friday best, no casual dress And bring your dancing shoes There's money in my pocket A pound for a pound of sweat But the clock in at the shipyard Hasn't pinned my balls up yet! So I'm whirling like a dervish On this Mecca ballroom floor My mother met my father here In Nineteen Fifty Four Dancing on the pier! Seven O'Clock till Two! Kissing in the shadows Of the avenue Dancing on the pier! Start the weekend here! Friday best, no casual dress And bring your dancing shoes Outside the ships are leaving Like palaces of light The dockyard horns are sounding out Their sirens in the night But back inside the ballroom Where the bright light music plays I'm sweating up my troubles Like the dirt of a working day Dancing on the pier! Seven O'Clock till Two! Kissing in the shadows Of the avenue Dancing on the pier! Start the weekend here! Friday best, no casual dress and Dancing on the pier! Seven O'Clock till Two! Kissing in the shadows Of the avenue Dancing on the pier! Start the weekend here! Friday best, no casual dress And bring your dancing shoes Bring your dancing shoes