Lyrics

Get on your dancing shoes, you sexy swine
Fill up that cup cos It's time to walk the line
Shirtless as fuck. It's time to strut your stuff
Glenn Allen Danzig, you're looking pretty buff
It's Friday night under the disco lights
Pulsating rhythms radiating sheer delight
Our eyes collide and bodies intertwine
Let's raise a toast to an evening so divine
The night is young and this Misfit's full of life
Give him half a chance and he'll probably bone your wife
Lifting in the day and dancing in the dark
With you between my arms, I will never come to harm
We've got to keep this moving. Non-stop, incessant grooving
If the church could see us now, they'd be very disapproving
But we care not, time is short, and we only get one shot
So, load the gun and shoot to kill, give everything we've got
It's time to dance, dance, dance, my darling
"The only thing they've got on tap is fucking Carling"
Shirtless and buff. Starting to push your luck
Glenn Allen Danzig begins to run amok
This alternate club is bursting at the seams
I'm jiving with goth Elvis, this surely is a dream?
Some guy is pushing past and stepping on my toes
A soon-defused exchange but it takes two to tanGO!
He's got two left feet and he's dragging his heels, yet he still gets a ten from Glenn
He's got two left feet and he's dragging his heels, yet he still gets a ten from Glenn
Eight pints of snakebite and black in my system
I can't believe the DJ refused to play 'Mother'. Fucker.
Let's dance
From out of the shadows, we sprawl
Basking in the glow of a winter's moon
We delinquents of the night
All singing, all Danzig
You should have stopped me before I got carried away
In the heat of the moment, our heartbeats combine
And count us down to that dreaded sunrise
You should have stopped me before I got carried away
An evening of pleasure with godless intent
We'll fucking sleep when we're dead
Written by: Lee Deane, Sam Strachan
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