Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

Let's go crazy Summon up the mas! Play on the pan! Staring dreads are jerking their locks As the white star liner sank in the docks But on the drummers face, there is a look of dread As he drums away 400 years of dread The dancer man-in the power of mas

A country dance was being held in a garden I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon" Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams All around a pug-nosed dream The music started and was I the perplexed one I held my breath and said "May I have the next

Dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you

That don't impress me much Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night Oh-oo-oh, so you think you're something special I've known a few guys who thought

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

We can just dance to this I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night Dance to this I just wanna take that ride Don't take much to start me Push up on my body, yeah You know we've already seen all of the parties We can just, we can just Oh, yeah,

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)