No One Knows We’re Dancing

First up, this is Fabio

He drives here from Torino

Parking tickets litter

His Fiat Cinquecento

Fiat Cinquecento

His Fiat Cinquecento

Fiat Cinquecento

Amy is the sweetest

Works weekdays in a pet shop

Mixes vodka with her cola

She knows everybody's name

Everybody's name

She knows everybody's name

Everybody's name

It's 5:00 p.m. on Sunday

No one knows we're dancing

Outside, the sun is blinding

No one knows we're dancing

Behind the bar is Peter

His father is a lawyer

For the EEU out of Munich

He does London, Paris, Munich

London, Paris, Munich

He does London, Paris, Munich

London, Paris, Rome

It's 5:00 p.m. on Sunday

No on knows we're dancing

Outside, the sun is blinding

No one knows we're dancing

All the Croyden boys are over

All the girls and nighttime waiters

Sweat falls off the ceiling

They're all trapped in a feeling

No one knows we're dancing

5:00 p.m. on Sunday

No one knows we're dancing

Outside, the sun is blinding

No one knows we're dancing

No one knows we're dancing

No one knows we're dancing

No one knows we're dancing