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 that next time you come to a show

You could sing those words back at me like they're the only ones 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, yet I have to do something

Tonight I'm going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance

Hi ho hi ho hi ho, we're heading out to the punk rock show

Colleagues and friends condescend with a smile

But this is my culture man, this is my home

The dark huddled masses gather at the gate

The doors at 7, the show starts at 8

A few precious hours in a space of our own

And when the band comes on, the only thing I really know

Is anyone else sick of the music

Churned out by lacklustre scenesters from shoreditch?

Oh it's all sex drugs and sins, like they're extras from skins

But it's ok because 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 in a stranger's place

Hungry just to do it all again the next day

Put your hands on your hips, bring your knees in tight

Yeah we do this shit together man, no fists, no fights

We're not trying to shape the world so people think like us

We just want our own space to dance, no favours no fuss

On blood sweat and vinyl we have a built ourselves a house

So if the roof is on fire then we're going to put it out

Forget about the bitching and remember that you're blessed

Because punk is for the kids who never fit in with the rest

Somebody told me that music with guitars

Was going out of fashion, and I had to laugh

This shit wasn't fashionable back when I fell in love

So if the hipsters move on why should I give a fuck?

I want to dance, I want to dance

I want me and you both to join hands down at the front

So the next time I see you, remember these words so

We'll sing like the barricades are down, and we'll dance like no one's around

Singing four simple words