Lyrics: The Tossers. Come Dancing.

Oh, when my granddad met with Patsy Cline
He thought he'd have a wonderful time
She stepped on his foot and he did pine

I'm none the better for dancing
I'm none the better for dancing
I'm none the better for dancing
Down at St. Anthony's, oh

Well, Jim if we had a bob or two
I'd tell you what we just might do
Invite the ladies over a few

And maybe the maids'll come dancing
And maybe the maids'll come dancing
And maybe the maids'll come dancing
Down at St.Anthony's, oh

Oh, well we told ol' Joe half eight for sure
He turned around and told one more
And four hundred natters turned up at the door

All looking for maids to go dancing
All looking for maids to go dancing
All looking for maids to go dancing
Down at St.Anthony's, oh

Oh, well we nearly had to fend them off
They came in the house and began to scoff
Of refreshment sure there wasn't enough

Enough for the maids to come dancing
Enough for the maids to come dancing
Enough for the maids to come dancing
Down at St.Anthony's, oh

Oh, well they got in the whiskey and brandy too
Then Flannery spewed up on me shoe
And he turned to me and said I love you

Oh Jimmy, we better go dancing
Oh Jimmy, we better go dancing
Oh Jimmy, we better go dancing
Down at St.Anthony's, oh

Well, to the Ashford House on a Friday night
Then Tuman's and Ginger's for a bite
And it's exit that's open through all of the night

If they'll let me back in to go dancing
If they'll let me back in to go dancing
If they'll let me back in to go dancing
Down at St.Anthony's, oh

Oh, now come my boys and be aware
To make the scene you must take care
And not show up with puke in your hair

And maybe the maids will come dancing
And maybe the maids will come dancing
And maybe the maids will come dancing
Down at St.Anthony's, oh