Funky Squaredance

[Part One] 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 You're 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 [Part Two] 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 [Part Three] Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance [x4] Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance [x5] 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 [x10]