There'll be like a ball and I can dance hall,

or don't choose to the mall, but whatever you call

and you can rest of the show,

the world will dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hop the whole gang with the bops

we're gonna start at your wake and never stop you and

come fool you never knew how to behave but you gang was done because you'll be gone

to bring the family alone by the spot on the lawn and play this song over the FD8 dancing way the day that we all have been waiting for this is the calm how we

pray dancing all your tray the food and doubt can be thrown, at least the one for this day

The cattle doubt of when your name gets crawled upon the wall of appalling dead turnt coats and not invitations

This is what they will say

If you're tired for your humble masses

Let your glasses, shake your grasses,

cell of the brain, I'll be dancing on your brain.

Dancing on your brain, the glorious tools don't you tell you, as you decaying embrace.

Dancing on your brain

Camel walk right where your feet would be

Running Man right on your face

Yeah To take your picture of your happy class that I will be in a friend with

and I choose the stealthy and nice best to for your friends. Marble sapsa, limbo chachachar, tangle muffled The Mabo Sazza,

Limbo,

Chachat,

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