D.A.N.C.E. Remix (исполнитель: Watsky)
Do the D.A.N.C.E. 1 2 3 4 fight Stick to the B.E.A.T. Get ready to ignite You were such a P.Y.T. Catching all the lights Just easy as A.B.C. That's how you make it right Do the D.A.N.C.E. 1 2 3 4 fight Stick to the B.E.A.T. Get ready to ignite You were such a P.Y.T. Catching all the lights Just easy as A.B.C. That's how you make it right Do the D.A.N.C.E. Stick to the B.E.A.T. Just easy as A.B.C. Do the DANCE (do the dance) The way you move is a mystery Do the DANCE You're always there for music and me Do the DANCE (do the dance) The way you move is a mystery Do the DANCE You're always there for music and me Do the DANCE (do the dance) The way you move is a mystery Do the DANCE You're always there for music and me Under the spotlights Neither black nor white It doesn't matter Do the DANCE (do the dance) As strong as you might Working day and night Whatever happens Do the DANCE (do the dance) Under the spotlights Neither black nor white It doesn't matter Do the DANCE (do the dance) As strong as you might Working day and night Whatever happens Do the DANCE (do the dance) The way you move is a mystery Do the DANCE (do the dance) You're always there for music and me Do the DANCE (do the dance) The way you move is a mystery Do the DANCE You're always there for music and me 6th grade, I remember my first dance Steady searching through the mix for a slowdance Like the marshmallow pieces in the lucky charms Cause that's golden your opportunity for romance But on the fast songs the numbers between That's when you get to show the lovely ladies what you mean It's when the fella's preen watch me C-Walk How I [bad word] and displayed feathers like a peacock They did the Funky Chicken, I learned the Dirty Bird, Cause the Atlanta Falcons did it in the endzone After every touchdown. It didn't help me score, did it at the dances and it put me in the friend zone And if I went home, with my head down I lift my chin up Then put it down again Up again Down again Up again Down again Now I'm headbanging to the brand new sound again Your body is a temple My body is a circus ring trying to hold itself up like a tentpole every [bad word] makes my pencil neck snap back fast until I'm going mental Some call it grinding, some call it bumping, but in the Bay we had a funny way of speaking In San Francisco, we're the kids of hippies, just a bunch of geeks so we called it freaking In 6th grade, freaked with a 8th hottie named Janny and I sang Kumbaya Amen Halllujah! Until a hater chaperone came and made room for God It's all good though Turn the anger into energy and passion tlll I'm burning like a wood stove I do Liquid and the Fireball the only raver moves I know But I'm putting on a good show