Well I don't think that I know you, I've never seen you here, Before all though I could be wrong, And though this music doesn't move me, Thrill or even soothe me, I think I might dance to just this one song. Is that your brother dancing with you?, He's giving me some funny looks, I thought you said you were on your own, Look, I know I'm no oil painting, But my face doesn't need re-arranging, And I'm quite attached to all my bones. This isn't the way things were meant to be Now he's waiting outside with his mates for me, "Thursday at the Blue Note".