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Hear me whistle a tune From the boiler room in the golf ball factory There once was a time I worked out on the line But that ain't the life for me Not since I got the call at the Square Dance Hall It changed my whole life in a way While they're all manufacturing I'm back here practicing, dancing the day shift away And the man left with the boiler And a grand ridin' left round the stack A quick dozy doe to those dials in a row Check the pressure and promenade back Got a few more years left as a toiler 'Til I make my retirement pay Then I'll just roll away with a half a sachet And get my chance to square dance my full life away There used to be gloom in this boiler room I'd just stare at the gauges all day Then me and the wife got some juice in our life We learned to dance at the YMCA Now the record I play, it reminds me each day Don't let the good life pass you by Heat the steam pipes red-hot, oh, I'm so hot to trot I'm gonna dance 'til the day that I die Singing every man left with the boiler And the grand ridin' left around the stack A quick dosey doe to those dials in a row Check the pressure and promenade back Got a few more years left as a toiler 'Til I make my retirement pay Then I'll just roll away with a half a sachet And get my chance to square dance my full life away
Writer(s): Charlie King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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