Dance, Idiot, Dance

Here comes Nicholas, fiddle in hand,
into a world that he can't understand.
You can't keep pace with the master
race, his feet they're going all over
the place - he can't see his moves cos
there's egg on his face. Dance, idiot,
dance! His body's as stiff as
a cold lasagne, 'cos all he knows is
'Rule Brittannia'. His rhythm's so bad
that we're supposin' - maybe it's cos
his legs are frozen? Shouldn't be
wearing lederhosen! Dance, idiot,
dance! Messianical look in his eye,
arms akimbo, slapping his thigh. He
wrinkles his snout at a likely wench
(we've censored her answer and
pardoned her French) - it's hard for
your average Ubermensch. Dance,
idiot, dance! Poor old Nicholas got
up today, to Cecil Sharpe House he
made his way. Wore his uniform just
to impress and said, "this must be the
place, I guess, for joining the EFD-SS?"
Dance, idiot, dance!

Похожие новости.

Вона, різала пальці Як стрибала з вікна. Вона, в помаранчевих снах Блукала сама. А він, заховавшись під сніг. Помаранчами мерзлими Жбурляв їй у слід. Вони, ніби різні човни. Пливли у своїх думках, Щоб потім піти По пустих берегах. Та настала ніч,

Сідаю в машину і тисну на газ. Маразм в голові потому шо я ас! Дорога крива! Тримаю руля! 3 азартом кручу! І кричу! В вікно залітає ворожа Оса, І в око кусає $#@%$& А попереду Газ,

Ніжне серце твоє, я обійму руками Ніжне

Take the road on your wheelchair roll it out tonight! Cause there's only one option for us right now One of us got to get down If you don't hear my call for

(one, two, three, four) Found myself out on a limb But I'm happier than I've ever been But this guitar can't keep from crying Learned to get up when I fall Can even climb Rolling