Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Don't get deep, shut up and dance
Love has got me down
tear just hit the ground
So I started writing you this song
But the words I wrote came out all wrong
Yeah, but it's alright

Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Don't get deep, shut up and dance
When you can't define the crime
Then life ain't worth a dime
When they take away everything you've got
And [bad word] your nose in the funky spot
Not without a fight

Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Don't get deep, shut up and dance, yeah
When you work your fingers to the bone
Now what does that get you--nothing
In a crowd of people
You're still alone
You hope that tells you something
The road to heaven is paved in [bad word] And it makes you wonder
Why we're here at all
Check out the shape of your circumstance
He wears the dress and she wears the pants [bad word] Jill and she needs romance
But you can't do jack so shut up and dance!
 [bad word] is like a gun
You aim, you shoot, hah hah, [bad word] When you're splittin' hairs with Mr. Clean
It's like getting head from a guillotine
And the night has just begun

Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Oh shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
Don't get deep, shut up and dance
Talk is cheap, shut up and dance, yeah
Don't get deep, shut up and dance
Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
Don't get deep, shut up and dance, ah yeah