Global Groove

There’s tight lycra round my hips

And a sweat band that fits round my head

We’re still dance, dance, dancing today

To the global groove

Well, the TV guide gets fatter as the days pass by

And those taxis do a dance as I watch from the sky

Global groove, global groove

Global groove, global groove

We’re still tap, tap, tapping away

To the global groove

Watch your favourite war on TV, just before you go to sleep

And then your favourite sitcom, watch the tears roll down your cheek

Global groove, global groove

I'm so sick and tired of dancing, I'm so sick and tired of dancing

I'm so sick and tired of dancing, are you sick and tired of dancing?

Still tap, tap tapping

Dance, dance, dancing

Uh, I remember when I was really small

And the news said that in the city

When planes went overhead

And how many passengers you could fit on a plane

Imagine each person, and where they’re going

That would make me feel better

You know, these people were going on holiday

And watching they just, seeing people, uh, die

And it’s funniest being lied to

And being exposed to that much realism