She'll have a babycham, cherry on a stick
I'll have a bitter, make it quick !
Said lucky Tom in the bar of the Baker's Arms
On a hot August night in '58.
Get it down you and come outside
Don't you believe 'em, girl, they all lied -
Said the big married man to the tiny little blond
On a hot August night in '58
Across the street in the trolley bus depot
The drivers were brewing their tea
And the Plaza was showing "East of Eden" again
And the Sally Army man thought it smelled like rain
And the jukebox was playing "That'll be the Day"
"That'll be the Day"
Come to the fun fair tomorrow night
I work the waltzers; you'll be all right -
As he pushed her up the alley by the Bakers Arms
On a hot August night in '58
Then from his pocket he took a knife
And in a second he changed her life
As the brick dust stuck to her ruined mohair coat
On a hot August night in '58
Across the street in the trolley bus depot
The drivers were brewing their tea
And the Plaza was showing "East of Eden" again
And the Sally Army man thought it smelled like rain
And the jukebox was playing "That'll be the Day"
"That'll be the Day"
The gang ran out and saved her skin
They saw him off and helped her in
But the seed in her belly was swelling already
On a hot August night in '58
That lucky Tom was well away
She dried her eyes for school next day
And turned her back on the noise from the Bakers Arms
On a hot August night in '58
Across the street in the trolley bus depot
The drivers were brewing their tea
And the Plaza was showing "East of Eden" again
And the Sally Army man thought it smelled like rain
And the jukebox was playing "That'll be the Day"
"That'll be the Day"
On a hot August night in 1958.
I'll have a bitter, make it quick !
Said lucky Tom in the bar of the Baker's Arms
On a hot August night in '58.
Get it down you and come outside
Don't you believe 'em, girl, they all lied -
Said the big married man to the tiny little blond
On a hot August night in '58
Across the street in the trolley bus depot
The drivers were brewing their tea
And the Plaza was showing "East of Eden" again
And the Sally Army man thought it smelled like rain
And the jukebox was playing "That'll be the Day"
"That'll be the Day"
Come to the fun fair tomorrow night
I work the waltzers; you'll be all right -
As he pushed her up the alley by the Bakers Arms
On a hot August night in '58
Then from his pocket he took a knife
And in a second he changed her life
As the brick dust stuck to her ruined mohair coat
On a hot August night in '58
Across the street in the trolley bus depot
The drivers were brewing their tea
And the Plaza was showing "East of Eden" again
And the Sally Army man thought it smelled like rain
And the jukebox was playing "That'll be the Day"
"That'll be the Day"
The gang ran out and saved her skin
They saw him off and helped her in
But the seed in her belly was swelling already
On a hot August night in '58
That lucky Tom was well away
She dried her eyes for school next day
And turned her back on the noise from the Bakers Arms
On a hot August night in '58
Across the street in the trolley bus depot
The drivers were brewing their tea
And the Plaza was showing "East of Eden" again
And the Sally Army man thought it smelled like rain
And the jukebox was playing "That'll be the Day"
"That'll be the Day"
On a hot August night in 1958.