Down to the bus, into the town
Our poor boy can't get around
Eight fifty-five, down at the show
She leaves early, he'll never know
'Cause our poor boy believes in chance
He'll never get the modern dance
Under the door there's an eye on the place
He watches for the shadows race
Watch real close, look real fast
He's in touch, it'll never last
'Cause our poor boy believes in chance
He'll never get the modern dance