Black Boy Lane

I ain't going back to black boy lane, no No I aint going back to black boy lane, no There must be some other way Because I ain't going back to black boy lane Never again Do you think you can help? Can't you make me a call? We're so near to town I can't get nothing at all Today, are you dancing today? Fifteen track-suits coming up my lane Fifteen track-suits coming up my lane There's the men, the ones you must lay In which you must lay down and die Oh as opposed to strutting all day Strutting all night Strutting on brown Strutting on white All day Are you dancing today? Ah there's a bullet there with my name So I ain't going back to black boy lane Never, never again What about the fella you knew from sometime before In the house by the park with a cage on the door You phone and you say, are you dancing today? Are we dancing today?