Tekster: The Fratellis. Milk & Money.

Tell me where you been to
Point me to the door
I've seen you around
But I really can't be sure
If all the action men are busy
Climbing up the wall
Banging on the window
Tearing down the hall

And the last chance girl
In her first dance swirl
Lays her head down on the wooden floor
Won't be dancing any more

And where do they go when the thrills have gone
The last song plays down in Babylon
Five hundred kids shout "what's the deal?"
It's a very confusing way to feel

The radio is silent
Except for wicked bands
Sounded like the last one
Always in demand
And now the city is off limits
To everyone in blue
Nothing's getting in there
No-one's getting through

And it's no surprise
When the last guy dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor
Won't be dancing any more

And where do they go when the thrills have gone
The last song plays down in Babylon
Five hundred kids shout "what's the deal?"
It's a very confusing way to feel