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 grass   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