(And you can dance...) Good grief, won't you look on the dancefloor! She's got to be American; she's not from here Oh no! I can't even look away She's just far too thin and beautiful as sin We're all living in a world of poetry Eating polyester and committing adultery Calm down, boy! I'll tell you the secret It's ever so simple it really, really is Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my She's On Drugs What's up? Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my She's On Drugs So steady on, get a grip on yourself You just can't act like that in the theatre Where'd you get that look in your eyes Behaving like the boss of a whole new religion Said please! I thought you got savvy But you're looking like a lemon and talking like a navvy Ah I guess that's so many people's problem these days: You can see the hills - you just can't go there Aw, it simply shouldn't ever occur If she puts her arms above her head like that again I don't know what I'll say or do Hey Charlie Now I'm out on the street and I believe she's in distress She's got her hair in her eyes and her eyes are in a mess Hey now, I've been hoping we was going to meet Now won't you take my hand so I can help you across the street? Whooo! Talk about bloodsports! Even the spectators get killed! You can see the cars, you just can't get out of their way Ah this simply doesn't happen to me If you have a single night like that in town again I don't know what I'd say or do Oh, but honey? I think I want to do it with you