She loves Wellington,
she was born there
She grew up out in the Hutch Valley
Then she left home looking for something,
she thought she'd find it in
the city
She'd go dancing in the weekends,
her friends were starting
up new bands
Tight black dresses and hairspray,
talking about tomorrow night
About eight o 'clock, tomorrow night
When the town starts filling up,
tomorrow night
About the time that the
pups start jumping
And the drunks start fighting,
we'll start dancing
She went to London to find work there
to claim her colonial birthright
Cleaning hotel rooms in
the mother country
while people trudge to work
in the dim light.
She'd go dancing in
the nightclubs
on the underground.
She'd write, talking loud in a Kiwi accent,
talking about tomorrow night,
about 8 o 'clock,
Tomorrow night,
when the town starts filling up
Tomorrow night,
by the time that the punks start jumping
And the band starts playing
La -la -la -la -la -la -la,
we'll start dancing
La -la -la -la -la -la -la,
we'll start dancing
We'll start dancing,
yeah
She's flying over Wellington Harbour,
Oriental Bay
Standing there in the sunlight
And they're playing a tape
for the landing speed
Bunny boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
No, she didn't want to stay there
She's on her flight
She'll be standing on the same
ground as we are
Tomorrow night
About 8 o 'clock
Tomorrow night
Or when the town starts filling up
Tomorrow night
About the time that
the pups start jumping
And the band starts playing
La -la -la -la -la -la -la
We'll start dancing
La -la -la -la -la -la -la
We'll start dancing
Tomorrow night
About the time that the
pups start jumping
And the drunks start fighting
We'll start dancing