There'll be like a ball and I can all dance, hold, or no,

truth to the mall, but whatever you call it, you can rest the show you

the world will dance on your brain.

It'll be like a hop the whole gang about

you're gonna start at your way can never stop you in

compo you never knew how to behave but the gang was done because you'll be gone to bring

the family alone find a spot on the lawn and play this song over the fdia. Dancing on your grave

The day that we all have been waiting for,

this is the common we pray.

Dancing on your train,

the food and down can be thrown away,

at least the one for this may.

You'll get out of when your name get scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations.

This is what they will say.

If you're tired for your hullet masses, let your glasses, shade your grasses, celebrate,

I'll be dancing your grave.

So dancing on your grave

The chorus to stone can tell it as you to care we can bring.

So dancing on your parade

Camel walk right where your feet would be

Running Man right on your face

Yeah Take the picture of your head and my head

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