Dance Dance Dance

Come on everybody
Dance, dance, dance
We won't have much longer
Dance, dance, dance

We can talk about the weather
But I'm convinced there must be something missing

Get up on the dance floor
Dance, dance, dance
You're such a different person
When we dance, dance, dance

Packed to the gills with promise
Who would want such an itchy trigger?

Come on, come on, come on

Charging of the Light Brigade
Dance, dance, dance
We more or less wanna be safe
Dance, dance, dance

When the dinosaurs came sniffin'
Around the dirty linen with their laundry
It was upon me
So dance, dance, dance