I know what your brother thinks Your brother thinks I'm mad But the whole worlds a little crazy And Timmy's just a little bit bad Your Daddy say you stay at home All of Saturday night So we break out through the kitchen door And Timmy turns up all the lights 'Cause I want to go there, and I want the sound Sweet Cecilia, sweet sweet Cecilia, all the way down Way behind the fish bar About 11 o'clock Timmy wear his pointed shoes on And his bright yellow socks There's sweat all down the disco halls The lager it tastes flat Timmy down on the lino dance floor He don't worry 'bout that Walking by the riverside Watch the yellow sun rise Cecilia down in the damp green gra** She making love with her eyes 'Cause I want to go there (We are the tribe) And I want the sound (From the simple streets) No difference no power Just music and heat