Tell me where you've been to point me to the door
I've seen you around but I really can't be sure
And all the hatchet men busy climbing up the wall
Banging on the window, tearing down the hall
And the last chance girl
In a first dance swirl
Leans her head down on the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone
And the last song plays down at Babylon?
Five hundred kids shout, "What's the deal?"
It's a very confusing way to feel
The radio is silent except for wicked bands
Sounding like the last one, always in demand
And now the city is off limits to everyone in blue
Nothing getting in there, no one's getting through
And it's no surprise
When the last light dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone
And the last song plays down at Babylon?
Five hundred kids shout, "What's the deal?"
It's a very confusing way to feel