There'll be like a ball and I can all dance

Goal,

But whatever you call and you can rest the show

The world will dance on your brain

It'll be like a hop the whole gang with the bouts

You're gonna start at your wake and never stop union come fool You never knew how to behave

But you're doing what you're done because you'll be done

To bring the family alone and find a spot on the lawn

And play this song over the PA.

Dancing on your prey

The day that we all have been waiting for

This is the cowboy we pray

Dancing all your tray

The food and towel can be thrown away

At least the one for this name.

The kettle of a top of when your name gets crawled upon the wall of appalling dead turdcoats, send out invitations.

This is what they will say.

Bring you tired for your hull of glasses, put your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate,

I'll be dancing on your way.

Dancing on your grave,

Your glorious tools don't you tell you, as here you decay we embrace.

Dancing on your brain, Camel walk right where your feet would be running

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