Peter Allen
Continental American
Once there was a time
When this town was so high
We could never come down
When rules did not apply
We would drink fountains dry
In a club filled with sound
And bands would play to please me
You found a partner easy
Then the name game was the only game in town
Nights would end at 6 A.M
You sleep all day
And then start dancing again
The first to see the end
We did the Continental American
All our clothes from France
Soul Train taught us to dance
We had smoke in our eyes
Friends were lost and found
We were paradise bound
Some got lost, nobody cried
But others took their places
Always strange new faces
Always one more chance to go around
Nights would end at 6 A.M
You sleep all day
And then start dancing again
The first to see the end
Nights would end at 6 A.M
You sleep all day
And then start dancing again
The first to see the end
We did the Continental American