Disco dream

I dreamed I went to a discotheque, and it was a dream of hell,
Cos’ when I looked about the crowd, I didn’t fell too well
They were dressed in the latest fashion clothes, and all about fourteen
They had crimson hair and vermilion hair, and every shade of green

The dance floor was about four foot square, and covered in flashing lights
The dancers looked quite picturesque in their multicolored tights
I dreamed that I got up to dance, but I couldn’t find the beat
I was elbowed and shoved, I was pushed about, and everyone stepped on my feet

I forced my way up to the bar and ordered a whisky on ice
The barman took my ten dollar note and asked for the rest of the price
I was feeling hot and sweaty then, so I called for a beer as well
It was warm and flat, and worse than that, they’d watered it all to hell

The smoke was swirling thickly now, and I was rather shocked
When I passed by the fire escape, to notice it was locked
In my hurry to get outside, kicked the bouncer in the shin
He laid me out flat, nearly broke my nose, and he took off three layers of skin

Well then an almighty blue broke, out it was on for young and old
The blood was flowing freely now, but mine was running cold
The police were battering at the door, and just as they burst through
I awoke in Darlinghurst lockup, to find it was all quite true

Tune: The Shearer’s Dream