by New Waver
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, regular crowd shuffles in
There's a young man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin
He says, "DJ, play me a memory, the name's a little uncertain
"But it's sad and it's sweet with a pulsating beat, and it helps my drugs to start working"
"Play us a song, you're the techno man, play us a song tonight
"Cos we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling all right"
John on the footpath's a friend of mine, he brings me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke and a light-up-your-smoke, but there's some place he'd rather be
He says, "Arthur, I think this is killing me", as the bouncer says no to his face
"But I'm sure that I could have a social life if I could get into this place"
Nathan's an unpublished novelist who never had time for a wife
And he's talking to Laila, who's still a new waver, and probably will be for life
And the students are practicing politics as the bank clerks slowly get stoned
We're sharing a drink we call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday and the manager gives me a smile
Cos he knows that it's me they've been coming to hear to forget about life for a while
The dance-floor sounds like a carnival, and our overcoats smell like a beer
And we sit at the bar wondering who's got a car and where will we go after here