There'll be like a ball and like an old dance hall, no truth is the mall, but whatever you call

that you can rest of the show the world to dance on your brain.

It'll be like a hop the whole gang with popper, real smile at your're gonna start at your wake and nervous. You never knew how to behave.

A new gang was done, because you'll be gone.

Bring the family alone, and find a spot on the lawn

and play this song over the PA.

Dancing on your race, the day that we all have been waiting for, this is the

cowboy we pray. Dancing all your tray, the food and down can be thrown away, at least the one for this name.

Forget old doubt up when your name gets scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations.

This is what they will say.

Bring your tie on for your hullet masses.

Put your glasses, shake your braces, celebrate

how we dance on your brain.

Dancing on your grave, the glorious twos don't get killed as you came in praise.

Dancing on your brain

Cam walk right where your feet would be

Running Man right on your face

Yeah To the picture of your head is that I will be.

When I took the tells me as nice to pass me as nice and so on your face. Mabu Satsa, Dim, cha-cha, tangle number,

Kora, Pocke, boc and jacks, and with a wisp and with a nitty tune.

With a cop, and just and cute and shuffles, empty hustle, fox drive, robot, hop,

lock, indie, half, electrical, blue.

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