Lyrics:

Sally dances on the floor She says she can't do it anymore She walks down St. Marks Place And eats natural food at my place Sally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor Sally can't dance no more They found her in the trunk of a ford Oooh, she can't dance no more Sally is loosing her face She lives on St., Marks Place In a rent-controlled appartment, eighty dollars a month She has lots of fun, she has lots of fun But, Sally can't dance no more Sally can't dance no more She took too much meth and can't get off the floor Now Sally, she can't dance no more She was the first girl in the neighbourhood To wear tied-dyed pants, ah, like she should She was the first girl that I ever seen That had flowers painted on her jeans She was the first girl in her neighbourhood that got raped on Tompkins Square real good Now she wears a sword, like Napoleon And she kills the boys and acts like a son Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance no more She can't get herself off the floor, Sally, she can't dance no more Sally became a big model, she moved up to eighties and park She had a studio appartment and that's where she used to ball folk singers, and that's where she used to ball folk singers Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't get off of the floor She can't dance no more, Sally can't dance She knew all the right people, she went to Le Jardin She danced with Picasso's illegitimate mistress And wore Kenneth Lane jewels - it's trash - But - Sally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance