Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, They like to push the weak around. Push the weak around, Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving

And you're not gonna reach my telephone Stop callin', stop callin' Stop telephonin' me 'Cause I'll be dancin' I left my head and my heart on the dance floor 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub I'm kinda busy I don't wanna think any more

Sweet Little Sixteen Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis All the Cats wanna dance with In Pittsburgh, P. A. Way down in New Orleans 'Cause they'll be rockin on bandstand Way Down in New Orleans

I loosen my tie, I loosen my tie I shake your way, I shake your way And I say you can't get enough No you can't get enough Given a chance, I'm gonna be somebody If for one dance, I'm gonna be somebody Open the door, it's gonna make you love me Facing the

It's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven (It's like you took me to heaven girl) Cause when I stare in your eyes It couldn't be better That I'll never let you go Ooh no, ooh no, ooh Let the music blast We gon' do our dance Bring the doubters on

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos Everyone’s got a secret Well Mrs. Pharmacist,

When they try to take us down This is what we'll be, oh glory This is how we'll dance when This is how we'll sing oh This is how we'll stand when When they burn our houses down Reaching as I sink down into light (To light) What a shame we all became such

Don't let me go If we shall dance we shall dance for the night I wish for love but sweet love takes her time Hand on my heartily just to the night Every star waits for the darkness to shine Why do do I cry when the tears never dry Why do do I drown when I look

Sing me a swing song and let me dance Oh baby, I don't want Let me warn you in advance Mr. Trombone, play some corn I ain't carin' what notes Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn Brother, give me hot notes Any tune on a cello Give the rhythm men a chance

Find me where the wild things are So aye, we brought our drum and this is how we dance No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you don't like our 808s Then leave us alone, cause we don't need your policies We have no apologies for being We'll be alright,