Letra da Música To Our Delight de The Dirty Hepburns

He used to be a mover, a real disco groover,
Watching all the bands play, got nothing new to say
Dancing on a friday night.

Now he's just a rumour, toilet door humour,
Now he's just a mention looking for attention,
Dancing on a friday night
...he knows he's not what he used to be,
lose control of the pleasure, the pleasure,
the pleasure with the pain! Pain!
Tell me what you wanna do,
Tell me what you wanna say,
When your moment arrives.

It's hard to face up to the facts,
No one gets a second chance
Your moment has passed...Hey!
So where do you go from here acting as if you don't care,
I've seen it before, I know the score,
It pulls you in asphyxiates your pride to our delight.

You cannot go on,
What you had is gone,
Your dancing on a friday night?...

...he knows he's not what he used to be,
lose control of the pleasure, the pleasure,
the pleasure with the pain! Pain!

Tell me what you wanna do,
Tell me what you wanna say,
When your moment arrives.
It's hard to face up to the facts,
No one gets a second chance
Your moment has passed...Hey!