I fell asleep amongst the boulders strewn between Glyder Fach and Glyder Fawr And I saw in a dream Your charmless a**ociates in a stretch limousine They were plunging headlong into a ravine And your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing Came the behemoth, seven score and nine To rescue all the children from their parents on the line And they took them to a crash site Unfurled a ball of twine And tied a bunch of flowers around the speed limit sign No more the Multiplex Stood in its stead Pleasure grounds with maize in the shape of a sled Outside the Gielgud, a neon sign read: "Equus On The Buses", starring Mr Ed And your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing And a plague fell upon the Retail Park And a storm broke over Henman Hill And the christening party arsehole Who hitherto had blurred My conception of man as nature's final word Was fleeing from the lava His SatNav pleading thus: "I'm not from round here mate, you should have got the bus" Enter then a real rat pack Millions pouring in And Ezekiel punched Dan Brown And the nights are drawing in And your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing had been cancelled Your Evening of Swing