I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
Just let me hear some of that
Rock And Roll Music,
Any old way you choose it;
It’s got a back beat, you can’t lose it,
Any old time you use it.
It’s gotta be Rock And Roll Music,
If you want to dance with me,
If you want to dance with me.
It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled
It’s been a long time since I did The Stroll
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back
Baby, where I come from
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
A lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Yes it has.
Tired of the tango
Fed up with my fandango
Dance on moonbeams
Slide on rainbows
In furs or blue jeans
You know what I mean
Do the strand
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
Now, there’s to be an official ball tonight and we’re all going to do that new dance, the Spanish Panic!
The basic step is:
Flip your skirt, Open Close right, right, right
Its like the magic step only forwards.
Now let’s all try it!
Take partners, please.
Prepare! And…
It’s just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hand on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
You put your right hand in,
You put your right hand out,
You put your right hand in,
And you shake it all about,
You do the hokey pokey
and you turn yourself around
That what it’s all about.
You put your hand on your head
Put your foot in the air
Then you hop around in the room
In your underwear
Ain’t ever been nothin’ quite like this
Come on baby it’s the Wilbury Twist
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
It’s the time of the season
When love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to promised lands
To show you every one
It’s the time of the season for loving
‘Cause she brightened up the day like the early morning sun
And she made what I was doin’ seem worth while
It’s the closest thing to living that I guess I’ve ever known
And it made me wanna smile, when I loved her
I know some of us were born to cast our fortune to the winds
And I guess, I’m bound to travel down a road that never ends
But I know I’ll never look upon the likes of her again
And I’ll never understand why I lost her
Four strong winds that blow lonely; Seven Seas running high.
All those things that don’t change, come what may
But our good times have all gone and Im bound for moving on
I’ll look for you if Im ever back this way
whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer’s night
Time goes slowly, but carries on
And now the best years have come and gone
You took me by surprise
I didn’t realize that you were laughing
Laughing, ‘cause you’re doin’ it to me
Laughing, it ain’t the way it should be
You took away everything I had
You put the hurt on me
Fire is the Devil’s only friend
And as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan’s spell
An, as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite, I saw…
Satan laughing with delight the day the music died
Stare into an empty room
A chair, a desk, a book on the bed
But no one is there to see my gifts
Loneliness is my only friend
Cold breeze upon my back
A slow chill moves up my spine
I feel the touch upon my head
I turn to look, but there’s nothing to find
Alone, listless, breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violence, center of her own attention
The mother reads aloud child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
In his dreams he’s taken away by alien beings to another galaxy, deep in space
To a planet where a man can live out his fantasies
And experience
Unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the realities of life will shatter his illusions
And the clichés of the world will bring him down.
But still, he’s waiting for a change
The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part