Lyrics:

The stamping ground
All your old gang
Still hang around
Coming in with the same blokes
Going home with the same jokes
If you ever go missing
I know where you'll be found
The stamping ground

The big fellow on the front door knows your face
The barman pretends that he's saved you a place
But when your back is turned
They say she's older than she tells
I could stand the main attraction
But not the clientele


Everybody knows
Everybody's trouble
Who comes in alone
Who leaves as a couple
When they seen you coming, babe
They act like they're pleased to meet you
Say 'It's very nice to know you
But I wouldn't want to be you.'


You talk like you don't have a brain in your head
You act like you don't have a care in your bed
Th lights are on
There's no one home
It scares you to death
You stamp on anyone who stops to take a breath

The stamping ground
All your old gang
Still hang around
Going home with the same blokes
Going home with the same jokes
If you ever go missing
I know where you'll be found
The stamping ground