Lyrics:

Sally dances on the floorShe says she can't do it anymoreShe walks down St. Marks PlaceAnd eats natural food at my placeSally 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 fordOooh, 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 too 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 where she used to ballfolk singers, and that's where she used to ball folk singersSally can't dance no more, Sally can't get off of the floorShe can't dance no more, Sally can't danceShe knew all the right people, she went to Le JardinShe danced with Picasso's illegitimate mistressAnd wore Kenneth Lane jewels - it's trash -But - Sally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floorSally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance