I’m in a retro club
I’m in a retro club, it’s nearly half past three
There’s a thousand places in the world I’d rather be
The floor’s sticky and the seats are damp
The chairs are all taken I’m getting cramp
So it seems love isn’t free
I wanna stay but I don’t wanna be here
I’m in a retro club, it’s nearly half past four
I’m reading the flyers with a foot on the toilet door
The lock’s broken and the seat is cracked
My arse hurts and it smells like crap
No flush and the paper’s gone
I’ve gotta say that I don’t wanna be here
I’m in a retro club, it’s nearly half past five
Finish my drink and getting out of this dive
Is it really all there is?
Alternative culture is a pile of piss
Leave a lot to be desired and
I’ve got to say that I don’t wanna be here now.
