Funky Square Dance
Hopeful days and stormy nights
I ain't got much to win, not much to lose
Under the burden of my loneliness
It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose
I won't enjoy my collection of stamps
When I'm six feet under the ground
Lonely streets and dusty roads
Lord it's a long way to go back home
Under the burden of your heart of stone
You shrug your shoulders as I decompose
Please keep a eye on those red haired boys
Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones
Now your chewing-gum on my coffin
Take me where I long to be
I can't believe that you want me to wear
The evening tails that will fit my corpse
I don't need a tuxedo
There's no bouncer in the after world
I only just left my dying bed and
Your making curtains out of my shroud
Don't you dig my grave with some excavator
Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse..please..
A last ride in the city's hearse
Few miles away from heaven above
A few more minutes 'till they bury me
A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones
I won't enjoy my collection of stamps
Now I'm five feet under the ground
Stormy days and lonely nights
Lord it's a long way to go back home
All the boys raise your hands up in the air (yeah)
Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air (yeah)
Everybody one more time (yeah)
Let's all have a real good time together
One, two, three, let's go
Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
Tonight's the night girls, yeah
Come on, let's get all antsy
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You seem so glad my place is free
Now you’re dancing on my grave
What a cruel way to treat a friend
Live my life in dignity
Well I must confess
Looking for a place
Everybody has to demonstrate
And everybody has to see you wait
Thinking of a real way to see
What matters is the love that you give
Remember all the thing that you’ve seen
Does another go and never seen
Nothing in my forgotten years
Life got a little serious
Give me real self-esteem
It’s buried in my P-A-S-T
Give a lot, a whole lot received
Heaven-sent T.N.T
Uh, can’t go further, losing
I can't go losing my mind
Remember all the game have I tried
Buried in my P-A-S-T
We call love late at day
Late at night I dropped in hate
Dropping in a heaven fantasy
Heaven knows what I’m gonna do
Living in a lonesome avenue
Done in the P-A-S-T
Go without the love I receive
K-A-R-I-E E-L-E-I-S-O-N
Mmm, everybody, has got to demonstrate
Everybody has a T-I-U
He has things you’d never do
Thinking in a real avenue
What matters is the love that you give
Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
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Funky Square Dance
Días esperanzadores y noches tormentosas
No tengo mucho que ganar, no mucho que perder
Bajo la carga de mi soledad
Se siente tan difícil ganar, tan difícil perder
No disfrutaré de mi colección de estampillas
Cuando esté a seis pies bajo tierra
Calles solitarias y caminos polvorientos
Señor, es un largo camino de regreso a casa
Bajo la carga de tu corazón de piedra
Encoges los hombros mientras me descompongo
Por favor, mantén un ojo en esos chicos pelirrojos
Algún día tocarán el tambor con mis huesos de la espinilla
Ahora tu chicle está en mi ataúd
Llévame donde anhelo estar
No puedo creer que quieras que use
Los atuendos de noche que le quedarán a mi cadáver
No necesito un esmoquin
No hay portero en el más allá
Apenas acabo de dejar mi lecho de muerte y
Estás haciendo cortinas con mi mortaja
No caven mi tumba con una excavadora
Usen una espada manchada de sangre y un caballo blanco como la nieve... por favor...
Un último paseo en la carroza de la ciudad
A unas pocas millas del cielo arriba
Unos minutos más hasta que me entierren
Unas semanas más hasta que los gusanos laman mis huesos
No disfrutaré de mi colección de estampillas
Ahora estoy a cinco pies bajo tierra
Días tormentosos y noches solitarias
Señor, es un largo camino de regreso a casa
Todos los chicos levanten las manos en el aire (sí)
Ahora todas las chicas levanten las manos en el aire (sí)
Todos una vez más (sí)
Vamos todos a pasar un buen rato juntos
Uno, dos, tres, vamos
Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance
Esta noche es la noche chicas, sí
Vamos, pongámonos inquietos
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Pareces tan contento de que mi lugar esté libre
Ahora estás bailando sobre mi tumba
Qué manera cruel de tratar a un amigo
Vive mi vida con dignidad
Debo confesar
Buscando un lugar
Todos tienen que demostrar
Y todos tienen que verte esperar
Pensando en una forma real de ver
Lo que importa es el amor que das
Recuerda todas las cosas que has visto
Otro se va y nunca ha visto
Nada en mis años olvidados
La vida se volvió un poco seria
Dame verdadera autoestima
Está enterrado en mi P-A-S-A-D-O
Doy mucho, mucho recibo
T.N.T enviado por el cielo
Uh, no puedo seguir, perdiendo
No puedo perder la cabeza
Recuerda todos los juegos que he intentado
Enterrado en mi P-A-S-A-D-O
Llamamos al amor tarde en el día
Tarde en la noche caí en el odio
Cayendo en una fantasía celestial
El cielo sabe qué voy a hacer
Viviendo en una avenida solitaria
Hecho en el P-A-S-A-D-O
Ir sin el amor que recibo
K-A-R-I-E E-L-E-I-S-O-N
Mmm, todos, tienen que demostrar
Todos tienen un T-I-U
Él tiene cosas que nunca harías
Pensando en una avenida real
Lo que importa es el amor que das
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