I was sitting there thinking: I’m gonna dance around like I don’t care.
I told them at the clinic all these bad things they’re doing to me is not ruining my happy and cheerful disposition. I’ll puke and laugh and keep dancing.
No antibiotic is my master!
Too bad.
The cats are very afraid when I get like this.
Too bad.
The lil’wrekker tells me to stop before I hurt myself. She’s worried.
Too bad.
I feel like being happy. I’ll twirl til I can’t see.
So…
Too bad.
(:))
Lil’wrekker don’t dance
And the meezers don’t rock and roll
Lil’wrekker don’t dance
And the meezers don’t rock and roll
When evenin rolls around
And it’s to go to town
Where do you go
To rock and roll
They’re givin’ her medicine
And stickin’ her again,
And all she wants to do is dance, dance.
Beck’s been a wrekker
Since I don’t know when,
and all she wants to do is dance.
Corn dogs and Steak Umm’s, the local chow,
And all she wants to do is dance, dance.
The meezers are such critics,
they scoff and meow,
but all she wants to do is dance.
Dance like Chubby Checker’s own definition of The Twist: “… like putting out a cigarette with both feet and coming out of a shower and wiping your bottom with a towel to the beat”.