Three Pyramids Club

                                  Three neon pyramids above the door

The sign says closed it depends who for

On the tables in the their brown suede shoes

While the band plays the rhythm of a mutant blues

Underground oasis blue lagoon

Dancing the slowly slow beneath a 40 watt moon

Can you do the slowly slow

When your head won't start and your legs won't go

Shuffling round on their brown suede feet

While the band start blowing and turning up the heat



Feeling alright, feeling alright

Just another quiet Saturday night



Well in comes the guy with the metal head

Drinks are served and filled with dread

Up come the lady with the big pink hair

Buy him a drink and pull him up a chair



If you don't fit in you fit in here

Says the lady with the candy floss hair



The loudmouthed guy in the Turkish fez

No one listens to a word he says

Except the man with the metal head

Who stands up slowly eyes full of hatred



The end up rolling in the sand

Into the plastic palm trees around the band



The air is filled with flying chairs

And the screams of the lady with the big pink hair

The band plays on in a higher key

To get above the noise of the revelry



Feeling alright, feeling alright

Just another quiet Saturday night



If you don't fit in you fit in here

If you don't fit in you fit in here

If you don't fit in you fit in here