| Because we’re all so very
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| Twenty-first century
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| You’re probably listening to me
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| On some kind of portable stereo
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| Maybe you’re sitting on the back of the bus
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| Or it’s running up your sleeve and you’re across from your boss
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| Or you’re sitting in your bedroom on your own
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| With the lights down low
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| I’d like to teach you four simple words
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| So the next time you come to a show
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| You could sing those words back at me
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| Like they’re the only words that you know
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| I want to dance, I want to dance
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| I want lust, and love, and a smattering of romance
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| But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something
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| Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance
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| I want to dance
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| Heigh ho heigh ho heigh ho!
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| We’re heading out to the punk rock show!
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| Colleagues and friends condescend with a smile
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| Yeah, but this is my culture, man, this is my home
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| The dark huddled masses gather at the gate
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| Yeah, the doors are at seven and the show starts at eight
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| A few precious hours in a space of our own
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| And when the band comes on, the only thing I really know
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| I want to dance, I want to dance
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| I want lust, and love, and a smattering of romance
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| But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something
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| Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance
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| I want to dance
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| Yeah, is anybody else sick of the music that’s churned out by lackluster
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| scenesters from Shoreditch?
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| Yeah, it’s all sex, drugs and sins, like they’re extras from Skins!
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| But it’s OK, cause they don’t really mean it!
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| I want bands who had to work for their keep
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| Drove a thousand miles and played a show on no sleep
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| Sleeping on the floor at a stranger’s place
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| Hungry just to do it all again the next day!
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| I want to dance, I want to dance
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| I want lust, and love, and a smattering of romance
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| But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something
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| Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance
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| I want to dance
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| So put your hands on your hips
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| And bring your knees in tight
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| Yeah, we do this shit together man
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| No fists, no fights!
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| We’re not trying to save the world
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| So people think like us
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| We just want our own space to dance, man
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| No favours, no fuss
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| Yeah, on blood, sweat and vinyl we have built ourselves a house
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| If the roof is on fire, then we’re gonna put it out
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| Forget about your bitching and remember that you’re blessed
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| Because punk is for the kids who never fit in with the rest
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| Alright
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| Somebody told me that music with guitars
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| Was going out of fashion and I had to laugh
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| This shit wasn’t fashionable when I fell in love
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| If the hipsters move on, why should I give a fuck?
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| I wanna dance, I wanna dance
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| I want me some lust, some love, and a smattering of that old time romance
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| But I’m no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something
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| Tonight I’m gonna play it straight, I’m gonna take my chance
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| Yeah, I want to dance
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| I want to dance
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| I want you and me both to join hands down at the front
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| So the next time I see you, remember these words, oh
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| We’ll sing like the barricades are down and we’ll dance like no one’s around
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| Singing four simple words |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Four Simple Words , by - Frank Turner. Song from the album Songbook, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня