| Song | Salvador |
| Artist | Jamie T |
| Album | Panic Prevention |
| Salvador From here to salvador, the ladies dance | |
| To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart | |
| I've been round this town for so long, she's been dancing since the first day | |
| I've been all around but | |
| I love coming back to see lucy | |
| She swings me over to pull me out, | |
| Twirls around and | |
| I fall about, in giggles and laugher | |
| Oh I'm plastered, can't damn help it | |
| I'm sorry love | |
| What's to falling feeling feet | |
| Great for bouncing round these streets | |
| They're lonely like you, are for me, to ask for a dance or two | |
| A heart of gold, and a face so pale, with a second hand dress and lips of a temptress | |
| Bastard banshee, howled out at me, | |
| The kings and queens at the clubs evolved from pubs | |
| And two much broken heart love | |
| Singing up the blues in locked boxed bedroom, | |
| A wop bop baloo bop ta wop bamboo | |
| Are you going to take the chance | |
| Why do you care no one plays fair | |
| And neither do the lords of the dance | |
| From here to | |
| Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart | |
| Well it's a bang bang | |
| Anglo Saxons at the disco | |
| A tish you all fall down | |
| Hound dogs round on the prowl | |
| For the next young girl, who told her daddy, “ | |
| I'm going round | |
| Gemma's to learn and study | |
| I'm young and so free and | |
| I'm kinda sexy | |
| And when I'm on the floor all the boys they feel me | |
| And old dear diary's never been a friend of mine.” | |
| From here to | |
| Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart |
| Salvador From here to salvador, the ladies dance | |
| To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart | |
| I' ve been round this town for so long, she' s been dancing since the first day | |
| I' ve been all around but | |
| I love coming back to see lucy | |
| She swings me over to pull me out, | |
| Twirls around and | |
| I fall about, in giggles and laugher | |
| Oh I' m plastered, can' t damn help it | |
| I' m sorry love | |
| What' s to falling feeling feet | |
| Great for bouncing round these streets | |
| They' re lonely like you, are for me, to ask for a dance or two | |
| A heart of gold, and a face so pale, with a second hand dress and lips of a temptress | |
| Bastard banshee, howled out at me, | |
| The kings and queens at the clubs evolved from pubs | |
| And two much broken heart love | |
| Singing up the blues in locked boxed bedroom, | |
| A wop bop baloo bop ta wop bamboo | |
| Are you going to take the chance | |
| Why do you care no one plays fair | |
| And neither do the lords of the dance | |
| From here to | |
| Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart | |
| Well it' s a bang bang | |
| Anglo Saxons at the disco | |
| A tish you all fall down | |
| Hound dogs round on the prowl | |
| For the next young girl, who told her daddy, " | |
| I' m going round | |
| Gemma' s to learn and study | |
| I' m young and so free and | |
| I' m kinda sexy | |
| And when I' m on the floor all the boys they feel me | |
| And old dear diary' s never been a friend of mine." | |
| From here to | |
| Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart |