Sally Can't Dance

Sally dances on the floor She says that she can't do it anymore She lives up on St. Marks Place And eats natural food at my place Now, Sally can't dance no more She can't get it off the floor Sally can't dance no more Oh, Sally can't dance no more Sally is losing her face She lives up on St. Marks Place In a rent-controlled apartment, 80 dollars a month She has lots of fun (she has lots of fun) Sally can't dance no more She can't get it off the floor Sally, can't dance no more Oh Sally, she can't dance no more That, that, that girl in my neighborhood To wear a tied-dyed jean, ah, like as she should She was the first girl that I've ever seen That had flowers painted on her jeans She was the first girl that I ever knew To got raped at Tompkins Square, real good Now she wears a sword, like Napoleon And she kills the boys and she acts like a son Sally cannot dance no more She can't get it out off the floor Sally can't dance no more Oh, Sally cannot dance no more Sally became a big model Lived on Madison and Park She had a studio apartment And that's where she used to ball all those folks That's where she used to ball all those folk singers Sally cannot dance no more She can't get it out off the floor Sally cannot dance no more Oh, Sally can't dance no more She knew all the really right people She went to Le Jardin She danced with Picasso's illegitimate mistress Wore Kenneth Lane jewels, it was her setup Sally cannot dance no more She ain't getting off the floor Sally can't dance no more