Dancing Tool

Dancing Tool

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Another fond memory of my time in Hell!
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Another fond memory of my time in Hell!

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Submitted: April 17, 2017

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ABBA--'Dancing Queen'

 

You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the swing
You come to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music
Everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave 'em burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another
Anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen
Dig in the dancing queen


 

NOT ABBA: 'Dancing Tool'

 

Thought I could dance,

thought I could jive,
why I thought that I can't say
See that dork,
quite a scene,
must have been something to see

 

Friday night and the lights were low,
which was a blessing, 'cause I did blow
Where they played groovy music
never got in the swing
but I thought I was king,
was flopping around to beat the band.
swing hips, head and hands
to a bit of rock music,
thought I looked fine
Was feeling great, and having a time,

totally oblivious to those around.

 

I was the dancing tool,

to the driving beat

Just fifteen, and a reject fool

should have taken a seat

 

it was a blinders thing
Couldn't dance
Look for true romance
in flared-leg pants
Saw some girls,
caused eyes to bulge
Yeah, I was the dancing tool

 

Embarrassment, was a joke
Yes, complete repellent to the women folk
looking for love action,
might have just stayed home
Wanted true romance,

but never had a fricking chance

 

I was the dancing tool,

to the driving beat

Just fifteen, and a reject tool

should have taken a seat


Feel the dork radiating forth
couldn't dance, was all jive
bane of my solitary life
saw several girls
bell-bottom nightmare
clothes a dork would wear
at the time, just didn't care

 

I was the dancing tool,

to the driving beat

Just fifteen, and a reject fool

should have taken a seat

I was the dancing tool,

 

Dig me, ladies, the dancing tool

Dig me, ladies, the dancing tool

 


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