Well I don't think that I know you 
I've never seen you here 
Before all though I could be wrong 
And though this music doesn't move me 
Thrill or even soothe me 
I think I might dance to just this one song 

Is that your brother dancing with you? 
He's giving me some funny looks 
I though you said you were on your own 
Look, I know I'm no oil painting 
But my face doesn't need re-arranging 
And I'm quite attached to all my bones. 

This isn't the way things were meant to be 
Now he's waiting outside with his mates for 
me. 'Thursday at the Blue Note'.