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

don't chew to the mall, but whatever you call it, you can rest your shoulder

the world's a dance on your brain.

It'll be like a hop-the-hoogang with five for your own to start at your way

can never stop you in the Kung Fu.

You never knew how to behave.

A new gang was done because you'll be gone to bring the family alone,

fight us fight on alone and play this song over the PA.

Dancing all the break, the day that we all have been waiting for this is the calm

we pray dancing all your tray the food and doubt can be thrown away at least the one for this pain.

Forget of a doubt 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 hull and masses, lift your glasses, shade your glasses, celebrate,

I'll be dancing your way.

Dancing on your grave,

Glorious tools don't continue, as here decaying embrace.

Dancing on your rain, Cam camel walk right where your feet would be a running man right on your face Choose the picture of your headache, that I will be a friend.

And I took the stealthy as my best to your dream.

Mabu sapsa, limbo chachat, Tango muffa, color of Kogavov, Vogue, Yaksa, twist and with a nai-nake-nit-te.

With a carpent, just and cupid shuffle, Humpty Hustle, Fox Drive, Rob, Pop, Pop, Hot, Lock, and the Hap Electrical Blue.

Dancing on your brain, sweat up all of our after shade,

stink like a 6 a.m. Ray.

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