Out On The Town

Me and the gang, we were out on the town

In my uninsured '88

It's time to get Maggie down at the bar,

She said "don't you punks dare be late"



It was Saturday night on Hilltop Street

And everybody's dressed to spill

They were having a time for Mary O's boy Barry,

Who had recently been killed

In the back of the bar they were sure having fun

Everybody make some room

She got out of the chair, threw her fist in the air

And the whole place started to move



So get up, get up, get with the music

Everybody out of your seat

So get up, get up and get with the music,

Maggie's got a brand new beat



Tiny was Santa, Red's at the door

And The Old Brigade's starting to play

Maggie's playing tricks on a few of the boys

She'll take your worries and your wallet away

Johnny Mac took a slap from a few older brothers

When he wouldn't dance with Big Marie

But it wouldn't be long 'til they were singing along

With the girl they all came to see



So get up, get up, get with the music

Everybody out of your seat

So get up, get up and get with the music,

Maggie's got a brand new beat

So get up, get up, get with the music

Everybody out of your seat

So get up, get up and get with the music,

Maggie's got a brand new beat



She was handsome, she was mean

She smoked two packs a day since she was 17

A leather face and many a vice

She had a sharper tongue than a butcher's knife



She's out past curfew with the boys in the band

Throwing one last farewell toast

Then she's up with Father Dorin

At mass in the morning

Handing out the Holy Ghost



So get up, get up, get with the music

Everybody out of your seat

So get up, get up and get with the music,

Maggie's got a brand new beat

So get up, get up, get with the music

Everybody out of your seat

So get up, get up and get with the music,

Maggie's got a brand new beat



Maggie's got a brand new beat