Sally dances on the floorShe says she can't do it anymoreShe walks down St. Marks PlaceAnd eats natural food at my p
laceSally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floorSally can't dance no moreThey found her in the trunk of a ford
Oooh, she can't dance no moreSally is loosing her faceShe lives on St., Marks PlaceIn a rent-controlled appartment, eighty
dollars a monthShe has lots of fun, she has lots of funBut, Sally can't dance no moreSally can't dance no moreShe took to
o much meth and can't get off the floorNow Sally, she can't dance no moreShe was the first girl in the neighbourhoodTo wear
tied-dyed pants, ah, like she shouldShe was the first girl that I ever seenThat had flowers painted on her jeansShe was the
first girl in her neighbourhoodthat got raped on Tompkins Square real goodNow she wears a sword, like NapoleonAnd she kills
the boys and acts like a sonSally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance no moreShe can't get herself off the floor, Sally,
she can't dance no moreSally became a big model, she moved up to eighties and parkShe had a studio appartment and that's wh
ere she used to ballfolk singers, and that's where she used to ball folk singersSally can't dance no more, Sally can't get o
ff of the floorShe can't dance no more, Sally can't danceShe knew all the right people, she went to Le JardinShe danced wit
h Picasso's illegitimate mistressAnd wore Kenneth Lane jewels - it's trash -But - Sally can't dance no more, she can't get o
ff of the floorSally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance