Lyrics: A. Smith
Music: G. Frost
Satin shirt, tight pants, he thinks that this is a fine night for romance
The engine coughs, starts to roar, three five one, he’s got four on the floor
Tonight he’s going to take a stand
tonight he’s going to play grandstand
tonight he’s going around again (will he become a man)
She’s all dressed up, from last week’s pay, she has these dreams about someday flying away
She’s done her hair, her friend’s perfume, the scent hangs so heavy in the room
tonight she’s going to take a stand
tonight she’s going to play grandstand
tonight she’s going around again (she’ll be a true woman)
He’s nearly twenty, she’s seventeen, who’s to say that they’re not allowed to dream
And if they pass, out on the streets what’s the odds that their eyes won’t meet
tonight they’re going to take a stand
tonight tonight they’re going round again
going round again — they’re going round again
going round again — caught up on this merry-go-round
going round again — playing out these same old scenes
going round again — somebody get me out of here
