Well I’ve been dancing all my life, as long as I remember
My Mum would teach us one by one
To learn to dance together

Well we got no pay and we got no job and we got no money in the bank
But Friday night at the stroke of nine we’d all head to the dance

With a one pound note that I got from my mother
and chatting up one girl and eying up the other
Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather
Friday at the dance

With the boys on the left and the girls on the right
And Mum there in the middle
She’d ask us if we had no drink and swear it on the bible

We’d stay all night till the cows came home given half a chance
Nothing could compare to the people there, Friday at the dance

With a one pound note that I got from my mother
And chatting up one girl and eying up the other
Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather
Friday at the dance

Hey

Hey

Well how the time it passes by from one day to another
If I’d the chance to start again
I’d do the same all over

Well we got no gold and we got no boat and we got no villa in France
But Friday night at the stroke of nine we still head for the dance

With a one pound note that I got from my mother
and chatting up one girl and eying up the other
Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather
Friday at the dance

With a one pound note that I got from my mother
and chatting up one girl and eying up the other
Talking ‘bout nothing but the change in the weather
Friday at the dance