Thursday Night Rover Disco
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Waiting at the door
Two pence in hand
Teddy boy dancing
Well, that was our stand
Cokes and crisps
And a girl called chip butty
Such naivety
In the face of adversity
Now big P's gone
To meet his maker
Cal's got a moustache
And still works at the mill
But I only ever see my relatives
At funerals
But I suppose you'd be in there, right?
Stop and give way
Take a right down Lambie Way
Stop and give way
Don't make a wrong turn, he'd say
So I wrote a letter to 2000 AD
And I told him about our antics
Embellished
Just to spice things up
And he even won a pound voucher
Probably bought some
Top Trumps refreshers
And I've still got that 70s discoloured photograph
Me on my girl's bike
Anton on his chopper
Paul on his chipper
All looking so very dapper
In our childlike way
But I guess I'm still looking for
Those bygone days of the Rover disco
But I think we're all looking for those bygone days
Until we die
Until we die