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They put a parking lot on a piece of landWhen the supermarket used to stand.Before that they put up a bowling alleyOn the site that used to be the local palais.That's where the big bands used to come and play.My sister went there on a saturday.Come dancing,All her boyfriends used to come and call.Why not come dancing, it's only natural? Another saturday, another date.She would be ready but she's always make them wait.In the hallway, in anticipation,He didn't know the night would end up in frustration.He'd end up blowing all his wages for the weekAll for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek.Come dancing,That's how they did it when I was just a kid,And when they said come dancing,My sister always did.My sister should have come in a midnight,And my mum would always sit up and wait.It always ended up in a big rowWhen my sister used to get home late.Out of my window I can see them in the moonlight,Two silhouettes saying goodnight by the garden gate.The day they knocked down the palaisMy sister stood and cried.The day they knocked down the palaisPart of my childhood died, just died.Now I'm grown up and playing in a band,And there's a car park where the palais used to stand.My sister's married and she lives on an estate.Her daughters go out, now it's her turn to wait.She knows they get away with things she never could,But if I asked her I wonder if she would,Come dancing,Come on sister, have yourself a ball.Don't be afraid to come dancing,It's only natural.Come dancing,Just like the palais on a saturday.And all her friends will come dancingWhere the big bands used to play.