Saturday Night Beneath the Plastic Palm Trees

'69 was a very fine year
Was a teenage rebel who knew no fear
Hanging around the flat at night
Drunk on cider, out of sight
Six months later, barnet's grown
I got a mohair suit to call my own
Buttoned-down shirt with a window-pane check
Brand new strides with a dogtooth fleck
Growing up, I need much more
The youth club kids were such a bore
Me mate Neil says there's a place he knows
Where his elder sister and her mates all go
Saturday night beneath the plastic palm trees
Dancing to the rhythm of The Guns of Navarone
Found my Mecca near Tottenham Hale Station
I discovered heaven in the Seven Sisters Road
Crews from Balham and Golders Green
And loads of places I've never been
The stroke of ten, a fight breaks out
Hear the bouncers scream and shout
Fling him out, he's wearing boots
Cry the gangsters dressed in dinner suits
They black his eyes, his nose gets bent
Courtesy of the management
Saturday night beneath the plastic palm trees
Dancing to the rhythm of The Guns of Navarone
Found my Mecca near Tottenham Hale Station
I discovered heaven in the Seven Sisters Road
Eddie Holman slows things down
You ask a girl to dance, but you get turned down
Maybe it's just not your day
What d'you want for five bob, anyway?
I was cool, drinking rum & black
And then felt sick on the journey back
I got soaked right through in the pouring rain
But next week I'm going back again
Saturday night beneath the plastic palm trees
Dancing to the rhythm of The Guns of Navarone
Found my Mecca near Tottenham Hale Station
I discovered heaven in the Seven Sisters Road