There’s dancing in the valley of the dolls,
And the ladies swing their legs again,
The gents are up and know their way around,
There’s dancing in the valley and there’s rain.

I hollered but you didn’t hear,
’Cause all the tongues were clacking in the night,
I hollered but you didn’t hear,
And you were getting out of sight.

Yes, I hollered till the wind felt bad,
It hightailed my words to you,
My words were heard in Charles Towne,
But my words weren’t heard by you.

Oh pardon me my dark transgression,
I waited for you on that windblown pier,
I waited till an empty boat came back,
I waited till you’d disappeared.

So when there’s dancing in the valley of the dolls tonight,
When the ladies dance and play,
Remember if you will out there,
You ain’t a’lay’n where you once lay.

Honey, tonight when the ladies feel no pain,
And the gents are up and gettin’ around,
I won’t be lie’n where you once lay,
And I won’t be lie’n in no cold ground!