So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance Who says study says work, Who says work says money, Who said money says spend, Who says credit says debt, Who says debt says bailiff, Who says sits in the shit. Who says love says kids, Said always and said divorce. Who says close says mourning because problems don’t come alone.
Who says crisis says world famine says Third World. Who says fatigue says wake again from the night before, So we go out to forget all our problems. So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance So let’s dance And then you tell yourself that it’s finished because worse than this would mean death.
That you believe at last that you’ll get out there when there is more and more again, And the music or the problem The problems or the music. That takes your guts doing your head in and then you pray so that it stops. But it is your body not the sky then you no longer blocks your ears.
And there you shout even louder as it persists. . .
