Lyrics Dance Of The Crackpots - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

Dance Of The Crackpots

Oh, let’s get up and let’s get excited
It’s a public party and you’re all invited
Let’s cut the custard, see the mustard
Please hold steady till we’re maladjusted
Sing boop-ba-de-boop, sing twiddle-de-de
Invite the Germans home for tea
Let them mock and let them sneer
The wise young crackpot knows no fear
The emancipation that’s sweeping the nation
When it seemed that the world was sunk
You can bet your boots on your own pursuits
History is bunk
From Rosemary Clooney to Jerry Lee Lewis
From Debussy to Thelonius Monk
It’s the modern art of the human heart
The shape of things to funk, funk, funk
Let’s see you do it, you always knew it It’s totally impossible to misconstrue it In sight of the fact and in spite of the fashion
Living is a lap-top animated fashion
Pay no attention to the bones of contention
Do the new-age boogie for the old-age pension
Let them stop and let them snore
We’ll be glad that we were born
Motivation is the new sensation
The fantasy that keeps you fit
On the human assumption, you don’t have the gumption
Get up and do your bit
Being daft is a therapy craft
Which sharpens up your wits
Totally enthusic about the music
And it shows in the face you sit, sit, sit
(dosey-doh)
Oh, let’s get up and let’s get excited
It’s a public party and you’re all invited
Let’s cut the custard, see the mustard
Please hold steady till we’re maladjusted
Sing boop-ba-de-boop, sing twiddle-de-de
Invite the Germans home for tea
Let them mock and let them sneer
Wise young crackpots know no fear
Emancipation that’s sweeping the nation
Worldwide tonic funk
You can bet your boots on your own pursuits
History is bunk
From Rosemary Clooney to Jerry Lee Lewis
From Debussy to Thelonius Monk
It’s the modern art in the human heart
The shape of things to funk, funk, funk, funk, funk
(Thank you)