Neon Mariners

The cha cha bar was sliding

And we swam across the Scotchman on the rocks

(so many rocks . . . and glass and sand.)

In shock we docked in Fish Head Harbour

Where the lights were dimmed.

(Locked in, we couldn't see a thing . . . )

The floor was tin,

The sky was oil,

The air was poisoned lager

And the juke box pumped out schlager

Because no-one pulled the plugs

(so many plugs . . . and sparks.)

The live wives kept us dancing.

Dance in brine, dance in seaweed.