Let me die on a packed dance floor
In the heart of a “Dark Star” jam,
In tie-dye shirt and Nashville boots
Among the folk I call my fam’.
Let me die on a packed dance floor
Beneath the lead guitarist’s feet,
Flailing about like the wild wind
To a loud unremitting beat.
Let me die on a packed dance floor
During a fierce “Terrapin” riff,
Amid the sweat and spilt beer stains
And that unmistakeable whiff.
Let me die on a packed dance floor
In the heart of a “Dark Star” jam,
In tie-dye shirt and Nashville boots
Among the folk I call my fam’.
Tony Quarrington 