Death Dance Of The Omipapas And Sons For You

E B E E E E G#m F#m I wanna dance, so I don’t have to think anymore Cdim7 B E6 About the steam cleaned caterpillar in a pinafore A B7 Ba ba da da ba ba ba E E G#m F#m I wanna dance, till the meanings of words are replaced Cdim7 B G#7 A By the snobbish foppish dandies with discriminating taste D G#7 A D Am7 Taking lady’s pla-aaaaaace, and bouncing her face Gm7 Cm7 Ab6 F#maj7 Up the escalator to inspect the fay new blonde Em7b5 Edim7 E G#m F#m I wanna dance, to the voice of the phantom oboe Cdim7 B E6 Performing spritely melodies of a rococo A B7 Ba ba da da ba ba ba E E G#m F#m I wanna dance, to the rhythm of owls in a plumb Cdim7 B G#m A Who have fashioned tiny instruments plucked with their thumb D G#7 A D Am7 A# No feeling’s more sa-aaaaaafe, than when you embrace me dancing D# C We don’t have to call any of our friends A E E7 C# Because I don’t even care, who else is there Bm If dancing is your legs laughing Em7 Choking is your throat heckling Amaj7 Cement grapes are falling (falling) Am7 E Ah but the limp nymphs are calling, me to dance E G#m F#m Cdim7 B F# I’m so sick and tired of always feeling down yeah, just laying around yeah A Wasting my life E B7 E B7 E B E E I WANNA DANCE!!! I WANNA DANCE!!! I WANNA DANCE!!!