There'll be like a ball and I can dance hall no truth to the mall but whatever you call

you can rest the show the world's a dance on your brain.

It'll be like a hop to the whole gag with the bouts we're around a start at your wake and never stop you in Kung-foo

You never knew how to behave

But you can't go and bring the family alone by the spot on the lawn and play this song over the P.A.

Dancing all your train, the day that we all have been waiting for, this is the palmo we pray.

Dancing all your train, the food and dial can be thrown away,

At least the one for this may.

The kettle of a doubt of when your name gets 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, With your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate,

I'll be dancing on your brain.

Dancing on your brain

The glorious twos no continue

As here decaying embrace

Dancing on your grave

Camel walk right where your feet would be

Running Man right on your face

Yeah Take the picture of your head. Look a picture of your head is that I will see

And then I took the stealthy as my best to for your, Mabo Chachar, Tango, Muffa, Cobra,

Kora Pocke, Vogue, Yaksa, and with a nanny tune.

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