Besedila:
Zutons Dirty Dancehall

Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall The chins they did wobble, the eyes did stare There was a sense

Well, the sun grew dim and the night grew tall Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall The chins did wobble, the eyes did stare There was a sense

Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall Everyone?s dancin? in the dirty dancehall The chins did wobble, the eyes did stare There was a sense of

: Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall Everyone?s dancin? in the dirty dancehall The chins did wobble, the eyes did stare There was a sense

: Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall Everyone?s dancin? in the dirty dancehall The chins did wobble, the eyes did stare There was a sense