Zounds
High pitch, low pitch
It don't matter what/
Which way you go.
Up, down, turn around
Just don't sit down
Best part's coming now.
Shimmy shimmy shake
It charms the snake,
Makes the earth quake.
Is it in the water?
Nah, it's in the air.
SOUNDWAVES
Supersonic, ultratonic
Vibes your mind craves.
When you pick them up,
The beat drops--
Can't stop, won't stop, don't stop
Till you drop/
Fall down
Then you get up again--
Chumba wumba
Footloose
No excuse--
Cause in your ear,
there's a drum--
Pun? Yes.
Fun? Yes.
Now we got a hot mess.
Cue the air guitar.
Running in place,
but you're going far,
Being who you are.
Like ants in your pants,
You wanna dance.
X that.
You gotta dance.
Don't be messing,
Don't suppress
That fine sensation.
There's a d-a-n-c-e
In eduMacation.
Emancipation.
Proclamation.
This be a dancing nation.
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