You walk in the room The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked He knows where you're at He offers a drink But you can't take none of that (No you can't take none of that) Everybody's having fun So why be the one Who's out in the cold It's not good enough You made a deal with yourself You said you'd never take another drop Your craving's big, your livers shot You'd give a million for a solitary drop You take your first belt It tastes like pure hell The second one drops Intentions are shot Well you think you might as well You take another sip You get to likin' it The music sounds hip So you head for the floor (So you head for the floor) Yea yea yea yea yea Well you step out on the dance floor And you grab at your boss's wife You've been longing to hold her close For the whole of your working life And the band played on Move your ass

Well your hostess is lookin' mad As your hands start to wander And your boss is gonna get you now He's gonna put you six feet under You get walked out the door And your feet don't touch the floor You're never gonna see 'em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads a big ache You're lyin' in bed You're back from the dead And your mouth feels like old leather (Old leather) Never do it again (You'll never do it again) Everyone was havin' fun But you were the one Kicked out in the cold You slept in your clothes You let 'em down Down at the club You know your confidence got to take the rub Your boss is sore You've had your chance He says he never wants to see you again Don't wanna see you again (Don't wanna see you again) You've got to dry out The boys have found out It's the end of the line But it's martini time So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r © 1978.