THE LOCAL PUB NIGHTCLUB BY STEVE TRIPP. AND PETER HEAD

The Local Pub Nightclub

The taxi driver told me, as we reached our destination

he could smell another war, in the air.

I said look at all the headlines, you don't have to be a genius

to feel the tension, rising everywhere.

Then as I approached the entrance, to the ‘All Night Street Café’

there was a fight in progress, just inside the door.

I had to duck, to miss a bottle, and step over all the bodies

from the top of the stairs, right down to the floor.

I said good evening to the doorman, on another busy night

he said, occupational hazards, of the game.

I made a bee-line for the bar and a place to get my bearings

and I wondered why the  .... I even came?

At the local pub, nightclub it's cops and robbers ... cat and mouse.

They've got, sex and drugs and, 'Rock and Roll'

and they, pack em in until they, fill the house.

I saw my old friend Foxy, he was talking to the Moose

and Bear was there, Spider and all the lads.

They know the words to every chorus

and they sing until they're hoarse

and every nights, the best they … ever had.

At the local pub, nightclub, it's cops and robbers ... cat and mouse.

They've got, sex and drugs and, 'Rock and Roll'

and they pack em in ... until they fill the house.

There is a vast selection of ladies, painted faces straight from Hades

that would make the Adams family, look quite, straight.

In the age of the militant single, it’s a scream to watch them mingle.

They drink and they dance, then they all go home and mate.

The band was really pumping, so I thought I’d boogie on over

Just to check out, all the action, on the floor.

I copped a high heel shoe, right in the foot, an elbow in the face

and various other wounds that, left me sore … ow!

At the local pub, nightclub it's cops and robbers ... cat and mouse

they've got, sex and drugs and, 'Rock and Roll'

and they, pack em in ... until they fill the house.

Musical contribution courtesy of Peter Head.