Four Simple Words

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