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'At the Quayside' ( the first three verses in this version) was The Sabrejets' second single on the Blueport label, released in 1979. 'At the Quayside: II' (this recording) includes three extra verses, bringing the story up to date.

Lyrics

I got a letter this morning from Brigitte Bardot
At the Quayside
she said the answer to all my propositions was "No"
At the Quayside
She's in the South of France
Where the weather is fine
Said, "Monsieur LaFume, you must be out of your mind
If you think I'd come and live in Newcastle upon Tyne
At the Quayside"

Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...
Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...

So I'm sitting in a car park with the rest of my mail
At the Quayside
A bunch of perfumed letters with a sting in the tail
At the Quayside
Jane Fonda said she wouldn't give me a light
Sophia Loren didn't bother to write
And I don't see what's wrong with asking her to spend the night
At the Quayside

Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...
Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...

Because it's not as if I'm just another joker in a bar
At the Quayside
I'm Diesel LaFume, the famous rock'n'roll star
At the Quayside
But every screen goddess I've written to yet
Thanks me for the letter and she sends her regrets
Says she's never even heard of the Sabrejets
At the Quayside

Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...
Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...

Thirty years down the road, I woke up with a bang
At the Quayside
Wondering where are the Sabres and the Hot Rod Gang
At the Quayside?
We used to blast it out at night in the smoky gloom
Of the Arthur 2-Stroke rehearsal room
And the Cooperage shook to a jazzabilly tune
At the Quayside

Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...
Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...

Thought I'd put on a gig and try to bring it all home
At the Quayside
But they handed me a funding application form
At the Quayside
The Arts Worker said it didn't stand a chance
Without a partnership bid from Contemporary Dance
And you can't rock'n'roll wearing Lycra pants
At the Quayside

Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...
(Key change!)
Bom, bom bom bom, yeah...

Well, I woke up this morning from another bad dream
At the Quayside
All those rats and leather jackets, nowhere to be seen
At the Quayside
So I picked up my plastic for the Sunday stroll
To the cash machine in the apartment wall
That stands above the spot where we used to rock'n'roll
At the Quayside

I felt queasy
Sleazy like Sunday morning
I felt queasy
Sleazy like Sunday morning