The girl who dances to announcements by Hovis Presley Lyrics
the record’s long since ended
the DJ babbles on
the girl who dances to announcements
simply carries on
long as there's a song to sing
there’s the space to dance
the girl who dances to announcements
takes every cha cha chance
songs that make the senses shudder
songs that make the eardrums strike
gag the DJ hit the deck
confiscate the mic
in this world of mad confusion
uncertainty is rife
the girl who dances to announcements
could dance into my life
compensate each human weakness
nurture any nascent art
praise each humble faltering effort
put the horse before the cart
truth is she’s too busy dancing
to take on board a fool like me
spend the evening sideways glancing
thinking of what might have been
TAXI FOR A MR. JOHNSON!
head sways toe tips start to tap
ANYMORE FOR RAFFLE TICKETS?
feel the breeze as shoulders flap
JANICE, RECEPTION PLEASE!
clicking fingers brisk handclap
spinning like a whirling dervish
lands exhausted in your lap
her engine runs on different fuel
the well’s run dry it’s kind of cruel
and I admit defeat
a man who only plays flamenco haircut like a guard in Tenko sweeps her off her feet dancehalls come and go
but the dance goes on
TODMORDEN!
it’s no idle recreation
HEBDEN BRIDGE!
it’s a full time occupation
MYTHOLMROYD!
dancing to her destination
HALIFAX!
watch her rise above her station
the DJ babbles on
the girl who dances to announcements
simply carries on
long as there's a song to sing
there’s the space to dance
the girl who dances to announcements
takes every cha cha chance
songs that make the senses shudder
songs that make the eardrums strike
gag the DJ hit the deck
confiscate the mic
in this world of mad confusion
uncertainty is rife
the girl who dances to announcements
could dance into my life
compensate each human weakness
nurture any nascent art
praise each humble faltering effort
put the horse before the cart
truth is she’s too busy dancing
to take on board a fool like me
spend the evening sideways glancing
thinking of what might have been
TAXI FOR A MR. JOHNSON!
head sways toe tips start to tap
ANYMORE FOR RAFFLE TICKETS?
feel the breeze as shoulders flap
JANICE, RECEPTION PLEASE!
clicking fingers brisk handclap
spinning like a whirling dervish
lands exhausted in your lap
her engine runs on different fuel
the well’s run dry it’s kind of cruel
and I admit defeat
a man who only plays flamenco haircut like a guard in Tenko sweeps her off her feet dancehalls come and go
but the dance goes on
TODMORDEN!
it’s no idle recreation
HEBDEN BRIDGE!
it’s a full time occupation
MYTHOLMROYD!
dancing to her destination
HALIFAX!
watch her rise above her station