Congo Blue

Smalltown city on a weekday evening

The pubs are shutting and the streets are heaving

Looking for a little bit of late night twisting

Hear the muffled thumping of a big sound system

Bass in the bowels of a crowded bar

Squeeze through the beefcake steaming in the dark

My friends are restless, talking by the door

But I'm dazzled by the flash and razzle on the dancefloor

Blue, blue, Congo Blue...

Blue, blue, Congo Blue...

Sweating and deafened in the strobing light

Transfixed by a vision in the northern night

Your face so radiant, full of animation

Dancing and glancing with a hint of flirtation

Knowing, and flowing with amazing grace

Shirt hanging down, flapping over your waist

Can't help laughing, got a hard attack, 'cause you're

Grinning and singing and you're looking right back, I said

Blue, blue, Congo Blue... do you really mean it

Blue, blue, Congo Blue... are you laughing at me

Never imagined I'd run into you here

Here of all places after all these years

All my life I've been waiting, aching

Too many nights of searching, hurting

Summoning the courage up to bridge that gap

Walk right over and begin to chat, just

Wishing I was fitter now, wishing I was younger

Wishing I could hide my raging hunger

Blue, blue, Congo Blue... do you really mean it

Blue, blue, Congo Blue... are you laughing at me

Save the last dance for me

Save your last dance for me