Global Groove

There's tight Lycra 'round my hips And a sweatband that fits 'round my head We still dance, dance, dancing today To the global groove Well, the TV guy gets fatter as the days pass by And those taxis do a dance as I watch from the sky Global groove Global groove Global groove Global groove We still tap, tap, tapping away To the global groove Watch your favorite war on TV just before you go to sleep And then your favorite sitcom, watch the tears roll down your cheek Global groove Global groove I'm so sick and tired of dancing I'm so sick and tired of dancing I'm so sick and tired of dancing Are you sick and tired of dancing? Still tap, tap, tapping Dance, dance, dancing I remember when I was really small Then, the news said that When planes went overhead And how many passengers you could fit on that plane I'd imagine each person and where they're going That would make me feel better And, you know, these people were just going on a holiday And watching- (had to come in late-, we would keep current at the tune) And Seeing people die (for me, it's-) And it's It's Being lied to, and being exposed to that much realism