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They're pickin' up the prisoners | And putting 'em in a pen | And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They're pickin' up the prisoners And putting 'em in a pen And all she wants to do is dance, dance Rebels been rebels Since I don't know when And all she wants to do is dance Molotov cocktail The local drink And all she wants to do is dance, dance They mix 'em up right In the kitchen sink And all she wants to do is dance Crazy people walkin' round With blood in their eyes And all she wants to do is dance, dance, dance Wild-eyed pistol-wavers Who ain't afraid to die And all she wants to do is All she wants to do is dance And make romance She can't feel the heat Comin off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do is All she wants to do is dance Well the government bugged the men's room In the local disco lounge And all she wants to do is dance, dance To keep the boys from sellin' All the weapons they could scrounge And all she wants to do is dance But that don't keep the boys From makin' a buck or two And all she wants to do is dance, dance They still can sell the army All the drugs that they can do And all she wants to do is All she wants to do is dance And make romance Well, we barely made the airport For the last plane out As we taxied down the runway I could hear the people shout They said, "Don't come back here, Yankee" But if I ever do I'll bring more money 'Cause all she wants to do is dance And make romance Never mind the heat Comin' off the street She wants to party She wants to get down All she wants to do is All she wants to do is dance And make romance All she wants to do is dance
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