Was there some part of you - tail or hunchback; that, when they cut it off, grew back?
You were a little girl with starry eyes - now you're a sad young man and no one knows why

When we go dancing
Underneath the city in the catacombs
When we go dancing
The strobe lights and the disco will bring us home

I know Old Orchard Beach is where you belong
You can go back, but baby, that won't make you young
The wind will blow or it won't
The stars come out or they don't
The world goes round or we get thrown into the stars

When we go dancing
Underneath the city in the catacombs
When we go dancing
The strobe lights and the disco will bring us home