Extended Dance Play

Créditos del album

Lanzamiento: Vertigo / Warner Bros (1983)
Mark Knopfler – Voz y guitarras
Hal Lindes – Guitarras
Alan Clark – Piano
John Illsley – Bajo
Terry Williams – Batería
Mel Collins – Sax (sobre dos jóvenes amantes)

Canciones escritas y producidas por Mark Knopfler
Grabado en Jam Studios el 1, 2 y 3 de octubre de 1982
Diseñado por John Etchells

Twisting By The Pool
We’re going on a holiday now
Gonna take a villa, a small chalet
On the Costa del Magnifico
Where the cost of living is so low
Yeah, we’re gonna be so neat
Dance to the Eurobeat
Yeah, we’re gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool

Sitting in a small cafe now
Swing, swing, swingin to the cabaret
You wanna see a movie, take in a show now
Meet new people at the disco
Yeah, we’re gonna be so neat
Dance to the Eurobeat
Yeah, we’re gonna be so cool
twisting by the pool

And we can stil get information
Reading all about inflation
And you’re never gonna be out of reach
There’s a call-box on the beach

Mmm, you’re gonna look so cute
Sunglasses and bathing suites
Be the baby of my dreams
Like the ladies in the magazine
Yeah, we’re gonna be so neat
Dance to the Eurobeat
Yeah, we’re gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool

I’m a twisting fool
Just twisting, yeah twisting
Twisting by the pool

Two Young Lovers
It was the last day of summer
It was the first of a new romance
He walked into her on the corner
She said, ‘I don’t dance’
He said, ‘Baby let me teach you’
She said, ‘O.K., when?’
He said, ‘How can I reach you baby
I’d really like to see you again’
He picked her up on a Friday night
He took her for a bite to eat
His heart was beating and his hands were shaking
She thought he was sweet
And he stood on her shoes on the dance floor
Well, they were doing it cheek to cheek
And he walked her home and he kissed her
He was walking on air all week
Well, they couldn’t stand to be apart
They couldn’t leave one another alone
Her mama used to say, ‘It’s getting late sweetheart
It’s time that boy went home’
And upstairs papa kissed mama
And she gave him a sweet caress
He said, ‘Here’s to the two young lovers
Let’s wish ‘em every happiness’
It was the last day of summer
They came walking home hand in hand
They went and told her mama
They showed her the wedding band
Mama cried and poured the wine
Papa just said God Bless
Now, here’s to the two young lovers
Let’s wish ‘em every happiness
If I Had You
Oo-ooo if I had you, yeah the things that I could do
Honey, if I had you

Now I could sing like an angel, fly just like a bird
Sing you the best love song you ever heard.
I could be a poet like Mohammed Ali,
Float like a butterfly, sting just like a, just like a bee.

Mmm, ooo, if I had you, ahhh the things that I could do
If I had you.

Now I’d go get your name tattooed on my chest,
Well it’d just say ‘my baby, my baby, she’s the best.’
I could be your Superman, you could be my Lois Lane
I could be a Tarzan, you could be my sweet Jane – if you wanted to.

Mmm if I had you, ah the things that I could do
If I had you.

Yeah one more time…

Ooo if I had, only had you, Yeah the things that I could do,

Oh boy
Only if I had you.

So come on dance with me baby, don’t let me go.
Yeah dance with me baby, don’t let me go.
Baby don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me go, oh no…Oo-ooo if I had you, yeah the things that I could do
Honey, if I had you

Now I could sing like an angel, fly just like a bird
Sing you the best love song you ever heard.
I could be a poet like Mohammed Ali,
Float like a butterfly, sting just like a, just like a bee.

Mmm, ooo, if I had you, ahhh the things that I could do
If I had you.

Now I’d go get your name tattooed on my chest,
Well it’d just say ‘my baby, my baby, she’s the best.’
I could be your Superman, you could be my Lois Lane
I could be a Tarzan, you could be my sweet Jane – if you wanted to.

Mmm if I had you, ah the things that I could do
If I had you.

Yeah one more time…

Ooo if I had, only had you, Yeah the things that I could do,

Oh boy
Only if I had you.

So come on dance with me baby, don’t let me go.
Yeah dance with me baby, don’t let me go.
Baby don’t let me, don’t let me
Don’t let me go, oh no…

Badges, Posters, Stickers, T-Shirts
Me and my mate we think you’re great
Some we like and some we hate
I know him I’ve seen him on the adverts
Got any badges posters stickers or t-shirts
You were bloody great last time you come
I thought me ‘ead was stuck in the bass drum
Bloody loud, me bloody head hurts
Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts
So how’d you get a start in show biz
My mate’s as good on the drums as he is
My mate thinks I’m bloody cracked
Please sign my jacket on the back
All them badges made of plastic
I think they’re great, just fantastic
I’m unemployed, he’s still at school
He gets annoyed ‘cause I’m such a fool
You don’t half sweat a lot up there
Have you got showers in here?
You’re bloody great, my bloody head hurts
Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts
Yeah, me and my mate like AC-DC
Hot & sweaty, loud & greasy
My mom says we’re a pair of perverts
Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts
C’mon mister
We hitch-hiked here in pouring rain
Now we’ve missed the frigging train.
Hey! can I have one of them lagers?
Thanks very much, mate. Can ‘e have one?
a-one, a-two, a-one two three four…
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