We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind,
Cause your friends don't dance
And if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine.
Say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Because you're one far behind.

We can dance...

When someone very dear 
Calls you with the words "Everything's all clear" 
That's what you want to hear,
But you know it might be different in the New Year.

I tried so hard my dear to show that you're my every dream.
Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme.
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart.
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart?

Deep in the country
The factories hide
Where they make the missiles
That run our lives.

Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait...
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall (we built the pyramids),
Math, science, history, unravelling the mysteries,
That all started with the big bang!

Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend I (me) the grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee.
For I wants (want) to go to Widdicombe Fair
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney
Peter Day, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.