No One Knows We’re Dancing Lyrics
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 EEU out of 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 on knows we’re dancing
Outside, the sun is blinding
No one knows we’re dancing
All the Croyden boys are over
All the girls and nighttime waiters
Sweat falls off the ceiling
They’re all trapped in a feeling
No one knows we’re dancing
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