I keep on dancin’ (keep on)
Keep on doin’ the jerk right now
Shake it, shake it, baby
Come on and show me how you work
He’ll do press-ups and chin-ups
Do the snatch, clean, and jerk
He thinks dynamic tension
Must be hard work
Such strenuous living
I just don’t understand
When in just seven days
Oh, baby
I can make you a man
Tranquil as a forest but on fire within
Once you find your center, you are sure to win
You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven’t got a clue
Somehow I’ll make a man out of you
We didn’t start the fire,
It was always burning,
Since the world’s been turning.
We didn’t start the fire,
No we didn’t light it,
But we tried to fight it.
All through the midnight
Watch 'em come and watch 'em go
With only one thing in common
They got the fire down below
You say you don’t like it, but girl I know you’re a liar
Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire
The definitive version: Robin Williams Singing Fire by Bruce Springsteen As Elmer Fudd - YouTube
You can’t start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
You can’t start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
I’m a smooth operator
A big dictator
Gonna mark you with my brand
My gun’s for hire, shoot you with desire
Got guns for hire, shoot you with desire
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She’s living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated
Long distance operator more than this I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
Marie is only six years old so information please
Try to get me through to her in Memphis Tennessee
I know you’re supposed to be my steering wheel
Not just my spare tire (home)
But Lord I ask you (home)
To be my guiding force and truth (home)
For some strange reason it had to be (home)
He guided me to Tennessee (home)
I was dancin’ with my baby to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I just happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancin’
My friend stole my sweetheart from me
I remember the night I held you so tight
As we danced to the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz
Your lips were like wine (if you’ll pardon the simile)
The music was lovely and quite Rudolf Friml-y
I drank wine, you drank chocolate malts
And we both turned quite green
To the strains of the Wiener Schnitzel Waltz
Dance with me,
I want to be your partner,
Can’t you see the music is starting,
Night is falling, I am falling,
Dance with me
Let’s dance–
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
Let’s dance–
To the song they’re playin’ on the radio.
God knows you’re lookin’ good enough
But you’re so smooth and the world’s so rough
You might have somethin’ to lose
Oh no, pretty momma, what you gonna do in those shoes?
Oh, I used to be disgusted
But now I try to be amused
But since their wings have got rusted
You know, the angels want to wear my red shoes
So leave me if you need to,
I will always remember,
Angel flying too close to the ground…
Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call ‘gitche gumee’
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early