Well, it's a no good complain
And the things are the same
As they used to be
When the cut of the close
Was sharper than a knife
Darling, that club days
Mean so much to me
It was more than a dancehall
More a way of life
Cause all them boys were dancing
All through the night
Fresh from working down
On the cold
And those pretty faces
In the flashing lights
They put the magic into
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Well, I went back of London
And looked at the heart of a nation
But I spent my time
Looking over my shoulder and freedom
Everyone tells me that this
Is the right situation
Oh, but the heart of the nation
Is missing whenever I need them
Cause all them boys were dancing
All through the night
Fresh from working down
On the cold
And those pretty faces
In the flashing lights
They put the magic into
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
All them boys were dancing
All through the night
Fresh from working down
On the cold
And those pretty faces
In the flashing lights
They put the magic into
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
All them boys were dancing
All through the night
Fresh from working down
On the cold
And those pretty faces
In the flashing lights
They put the magic into
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
They put the magic into
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
No good complain
And the things are the same
As they used to be
Oh
Never gonna take on me
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh
They put the magic into
My northern soul
Oh
Oh, oh