I want to dance on the hill
With a loaf of bread
And some chicken wings
To the music of Grace Jones.
I want to dance off the building.
I love the lady in rags.
But where is he now?
No longer Top of the Pops.
No longer Trad Dad.
I want to dance off the building.
The little dog gets around.
He searches every thing.
He pulled his pants down in the market.
And the orange faces turned red.
I want to dance off the building