Part punk part god almighty

Part fuck you part Mr. X ray eyes

- I didn't choose to be

Shouting for a living, it happened

Something snapped; and I don't know why

Too many slaps? Too many priests?

Fumbled sex in parks?

Or just a part of the me me me generation

The thatcher youth

Coming home to roost



If the old school cap fits, wear it

But I'll take my cake and share it

Burning down a bonfire made of teachers

Pay your vat bills on the cinders

Just you and litlle molly flinders

Doing the twist at all the dances

Don't look to me for answer



Let's twist again, see them sing

Let's twist again, hear them sing

Let's twist again

Bring on the dancing girls!



Part sussed part amateur

Part love you part Mr. bleeding heart

I singalonga, jump uppa-downa,

Watch this space

I've got lungsfuls of this stuff

Both sides together in the commons bar

Just who the fuck

Do they think they are?



I am not a pop star -

I am a part of the class war



'Every revolutionary

is motivated by love'

I see the newsreels: 200 bodies

In a shallow grave in East Timor;

What am I supposed to do?

Forget it? Pretend it never happened?

Whilst politicians circle-jerk around

Legal jargon totem poles



Let's twist again, see them sing

Let's twist again, hear them sing

Let's twist again

Bring on the dancing girls!



You tell me

Where does entertainment end

And responsibility begin?



Oh Salome waits

She says 'Bring me all the heads

Of all the heads of state'



Let's twist again, see them sing

Let's twist again, hear them sing

Let's twist again

Bring on the dancing girls!


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