Sally Can't Dance

Sally dances on the floor
She says that she can't do it anymore
She lives up on St. Marks Place
And eats natural food at my place
Now, Sally can't dance no more
She can't get it off the floor
Sally can't dance no more
Oh, Sally can't dance no more
Sally is losing her face
She lives up on St. Marks Place
In a rent-controlled apartment, 80 dollars a month
She has lots of fun (she has lots of fun)
Sally can't dance no more
She can't get it off the floor
Sally, can't dance no more
Oh Sally, she can't dance no more
That, that, that girl in my neighborhood
To wear a tied-dyed jean, ah, like as she should
She was the first girl that I've ever seen
That had flowers painted on her jeans
She was the first girl that I ever knew
To got raped at Tompkins Square, real good
Now she wears a sword, like Napoleon
And she kills the boys and she acts like a son
Sally cannot dance no more
She can't get it out off the floor
Sally can't dance no more
Oh, Sally cannot dance no more
Sally became a big model
Lived on Madison and Park
She had a studio apartment
And that's where she used to ball all those folks
That's where she used to ball all those folk singers
Sally cannot dance no more
She can't get it out off the floor
Sally cannot dance no more
Oh, Sally can't dance no more
She knew all the really right people
She went to Le Jardin
She danced with Picasso's illegitimate mistress
Wore Kenneth Lane jewels, it was her setup
Sally cannot dance no more
She ain't getting off the floor
Sally can't dance no more