She said she trained to be a dancer
but she had a proper job by day
Charlie Chaplin knew her father
before he passed away
She asked could I help her with a problem
She doesn't get out much no more
"I'm not looking for a lover - no, no, no
I wanna dance that's all"
I wanna dance that's all
I wanna dance that's all
I wanna dance that's all
And all around the world are people singing "hallelujah"
And every man in town wants to do it to you
With your back up against the cigarette machine
Oh, it's bad for your health if you know what I mean - oh yeah
Oh yeah
And the guys at the front have seen your act one million times before
And nobody does it quite the same, so they're sitting down for more
But you're making them feel so useless and dumb
'cos they've seen it all and they still can't come
Oh, let me tell you - it's a dirty world
Oh, it's a dirty world
It's a dirty world
It's a dirty world
It's a dirty world
And everybody in the house says "whoah"
And everybody in the house says "yeah!"
And everybody in the house says "whoah"
And everybody in the house says "yeah!"
With the period features and original dust and the china everywhere
And you dance 'til the place goes up in flames
And you lay down in the charred remains
That's where I come in with my second-hand excuse for technique, yeah
Technique, yeah
Well, ain't that a treat, yeah?
And everybody in the house says "whoah"
And everybody in the house says "yeah!"
And everybody in the house says "whoah"
And everybody in the house says "yeah!"
You see, I always wanted to be a dancer
but I just could not get it right
And it got me down at parties
so I used to sit and drink all night
Now I see it's not so hard
all I needed was a partner
Someone even dirtier than me
And I'm so glad I found you
Yeah, I'm so glad I found you
Oh, it's a dirty world
It's a dirty world
It's a dirty world
It's a dirty world ...
And everybody in the house says "whoah"
And everybody in the house says "yeah!"
And everybody in the house says "whoah"
And everybody in the house says "yeah!" ...
Towards the end of the album sessions we came up with this song which ended up being left off the final album. It was based on a girl I'd met in a nightclub who called herself "Miss High-Kick" (with good reason). I never had any kind of thing with her but she... caught my imagination. The insistent "beep" noise that goes all through the track is the electronic horn I had on my bike at the time. God knows who played the timbales.