| Verse One
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| All you preachers
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| Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
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| Let me tell you there are a lot of features
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| Of the dance that carry you through
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| The gates of Hea-ven.
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| It’s madness
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| To be always sitting around in sadness,
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| When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
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| You’ll be happy when you can do Just six or seven;
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| Begin to day!
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| You’ll find it nice,
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| The quickest way to paradise.
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| When you practise,
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| Here’s the thing to know,
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| Simply say as you go…
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| Chorus
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| I’ll build a stairway to Paradise
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| With a new step ev’ry day !
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| I’m gonna get there at any price;
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| Stand aside, I’m on my way !
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| I’ve got the blues
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| And up above it’s so fair.
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| Shoes ! |
| Go on and carry me there !
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| I’ll build a stairway to Paradise
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| With a new step ev’ry day.
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| Verse Two
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| Ev’ry new step
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| Helps a bit; |
| but any old kind of two step,
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| Does as well. |
| It don’t matter what step you step,
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| If you work it into your soul
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| You’ll get to Heaven.
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| Get bu-sy;
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| Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
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| Dance until you’re blue in the face and dizzy.
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| When you’ve learn’d to dance in your sleep
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| You’re sure to win out.
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| In time you’ll get Saint Vitus dance,
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| Which beats the latest thing from France.
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| Take no chances on this Paradise;
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| Let me give you advice.
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| Chorus (x2) |