What’s Shakin’ on the Hill Nick Lowe

There's a cool wind blowing in the sound of happy people
At a party given for the gay and debonair
There's an organ blowing in the breeze
For the dancers hid behind the trees

But I ain't never gonna see
What's shakin' on the hill

That I someday may be joining in is just wishful thinking
Cause admission's only guaranteed to favored few
There's a waiting list and plenty more
In a long line leading to the door

So I'll never know for sure
What's shakin' on the hill

I'm too blue to be played with
And I get heartaches
So they tell me no dice
It isn't allowed
In that carefree crowd
To be seen with tears in your eyes

So I make out I don't wanna know but I'm the pretender
Kicking cans 'round while that happy sound keeps cracking on
Though I long so strong to be inside
With the blues is where I do reside