String Driven Thing – Night Club

String Driven Thing – Night Club Lyrics

Artist: String Driven Thing
Song: Night Club

Well the king has died, the queenies cry
The princes have the throne
The doctor’s smoking, the turnpike’s choking
And the jester’s on the phone

Jukebox plays a death march
And a busker plays for free
Stripper drops her get-up
Takes a break for tea

So the party has begun
In the night club way down town
Now there’s walkers on the table
And a negress on the floor

And the bishop and the actress
Are chatting by thе door
Stooge calls for spaghetti
And the ostlеr calls for ale

And the pianist in the corner
Turns the whitest shade of pale
So the party starts to swing
In the night club way down town

And now a pop star in a see-through shirt
Is trying on a miniskirt
Seems to fit his figure well
But in the dark, it’s hard to tell

If it’s wrong to look so right
And the vicar, always a kindly man
Is pouring petrol from a can
He strikes a pose and then a match

And he whispers something I can’t catch
And he sets his smock alight
So the party starts to burn
In the night club way down town, come on now

Oh upon the stage, a star is born
A child with a guitar
The audience are on their feet
By the critics in the bar

And then a movie queen arrives
Her hair an auburn flame
Everybody knows her face
But no one knows her name

They said “Hey hey, what’s her name?
Hey hey, what’s her name?
Hey hey, what’s her name?
Hey hey, what’s her name?

Hey hey, what’s her name?
Hey hey, what’s her name?
Hey hey, what’s her name?
Hey hey, what’s her name?”
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Release Year: 1973