Lyrics:
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
Gimme the music
Let's play house, baby
Gimme the bop, be-bop slop
But gimme the music
Let's play house girl
Gimme that old fashion dance hall
to the dance floor
You know
Right under the dance ball we gone go something like this
I just wanna take round the world girl
Show the world that you my baby girl
with a girl by your side
(With a girl by your side)
Dim the light turn the stereo on
All we need is a hot disco song
Then we’ll boogie till the night is
nigga thats will cut if u
for my dreams motherfucjij i russell
acne jeans word to nip and tussle for em
this white T is worth a grip, and aint up in store
down at the moon
Yeah, If life's like a box of Russell stover
Girl, Look what I got when I found you
Chorus
darlin', you don't have to be ashamed
Groovin' is the game we play
Girl, we'll dance the night away
They'll be comin' day by day
You'll always hear
I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame
When the child
stepped in again
I stepped out and I stepped in again
Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball
The boys were hammered the girls were hearty
Dancing
the Button Girl's already sung her song
She can dance, she can dance all night long
Because cause the Button Girl is just smiles and sun
Button Girl is seen
Twinnee’s
So when I release its bars building a jail in my girls womb it’s prison break when my babies come out they will be in series
They talking fashion
Said don’t stop to the punk rock
Punk rock!
Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand make him understand
Yea, it was right out 79
Real niggas would roam the halls
It was Hirsch High
It was bankin' on your withdrawal
I was shellshocked
Donatello, I'm
He always walks the crowded halls
And is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low
And never shows her eyes
He always walks
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
These niggas clout chasin' just so they can go viral
I speak street Gospel, I don't really know the Bible
I call my nigga Tom Brady when he throw
just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.
I said frank now do me a favor
'Cause you know the election is over
To set your
sound which is the champion sound, believe believe!
Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth in the dance hall
And who no have
sound which is the champion sound, believe believe!
Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth in the dance hall
And who no have
sound which is the champion sound, believe believe!
Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth in the dance hall
And who no have
I'll take you by the hand and we'll travel to a city that is ours
The smell of sea salt and the sand, I could stay with you for hours
I'll dance with
Eight o'clock on a Saturday
Drinkin' beer in a downtown café
Tom T hall on the radio
Selling seats to an all-star rodeo
A stranger took the chair
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