No One Knows We’re Dancing

First up, this is Fabio He drives here from Torino Parking tickets litter His Fiat Cinquecento Fiat Cinquecento His Fiat Cinquecento Fiat Cinquecento Amy is the sweetest Works weekdays in a pet shop Mixes vodka with her cola She knows everybody's name Everybody's name She knows everybody's name Everybody's name It's 5 p.m. on Sunday No one knows we're dancing Outside, the sun is blinding No one knows we're dancing Behind the bar is Peter His father is a lawyer For the EU out in Munich He does London, Paris, Munich London, Paris, Munich He does London, Paris, Munich London, Paris, Rome It's 5 p.m. on Sunday No one knows we're dancing Outside, the sun is blinding No one knows we're dancing All the Croydon boys are over All the girls and nighttime waiters Sweat falls off the ceiling We're all trapped in a feeling No one knows we're dancing It's 5 p.m. on Sunday No one knows we're dancing Outside, the sun is blinding No one knows we're dancing No one knows we're dancing No one knows we're dancing No one knows we're dancing