Letras
I saw Mrs. Troffea through my kitchen window
Rather pale looking and thin though (I dunno)
Whilst her face looked weary
Her body moved in frenzy
Wild & tempestuously
Really
I called "Ma'am, are you alright?
It's quite after midnight
The moon is off-white
And very bright
She looked bang-on at me, all contorted, ghastly
And said, no, gasped at me
Do you know why it is I cannot stop dancing?
I try to calm myself but I keep on dancing
My feet are killing me, hips are failing me, I can't breathe oh
Can someone tell me why I cannot stop dancing?
No really sir, I think that I have a problem
I'm out of rhythm, the beat is missing, it's non-existent
Then from out of nowhere
People came and joined in
And boogie'd down until the morning (not me though)
What a sight to witness
Peasants in the dawnglow with muddy pantaloon-o's (psychos!)
Hot blood cited officials
Excited individuals
And from my window
I saw them call in musicians
To play the rhythms to get it outta their systems
But they were screaming now
Does anyone know why I cannot stop dancing?
I'm serious I really cannot stop dancing
My toes are blistery, knees are history, I can't see oh
I cannot breathe and yet I cannot stop dancing
My hair is shedding, teeth are rotted and rancid
It's been a week I've been on this street, I can barely speak-oh
The sound of scuffling sandals echoed out across the wind
Hordes of people bobbing
Bleeding from their scabby shins
One by one they'd wig out
Then collapse down on the ground
Piling up and forming a disturbing body mound
There they swayed and writhed and crunched
Those poor 400 souls
Falling to their death exhausted
Don't know how to stop
Music made it worse
That was a very bad idea