on skinny Come on fatty Shake it Martha Shake it Larry Shake it Mr. Coronary You gotta dance dance Come on and dance dance Dance til you're outta breath
on skinny, come on fatty Shake it Martha, shake it Larry Shake it Mr. Coronary You gotta dance, dance Come on and dance, dance Gotta dance till you'
Übersetzung: Alice Cooper. Dance Yourself To Death.
Come on skinny Come on fatty Shake it Martha Shake it Larry Shake it Mr. Coronary You gotta dance dance Come on and dance dance Dance til you're outta
want to compete abroad My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf Come sit down on my knee You are dearer to me than myself As you yourself can see
mind until you're breathing in reverse All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt Better find yourself
: Sa ga sa, sa ga now now now That's for testing, one two Chali 2na, Beenie Man Check it, brace yourself, consuma Sugar ang fish, they doma computa Bring
riding The pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter They'll ride you down to hell CHORUS And you the master dealer May death be on
early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance
early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear to tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance
a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance, eternal There'
gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance, eternal There's no
lookin' for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death
it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming
say you a sin, but in the end They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing Skinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playing Call me
nights Just looking for a place to play Well I thought my picking would set them on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitarman Well I nearly starved to death
