(G.Stapleton)









Predominantly percussive prone, she's basically bereft



Of any sense of melody it's the beat that she likes best.



Trying to keep a straight face while the singer shakes his ass



She's wondering if it's natural or he learned to be that crass



 



But if it's got beat - and you can dance



If it's got beat - beat me



But if it's got beat - and you can dance



If it's got beat - beat me



Into submission



 



Standing on the dance floor like some tribal cinderella



She ain't looking for a woman, she ain't lookin' for a fella



If the music keeps on playing she'll be dancing till she dies



But the clown that's playing D.J. doesn't seem to realise...



 



But if it's got beat - and you can dance



If it's got beat - beat me



But if it's got beat - and you can dance



If it's got beat - beat me



Into submission



 



Well it all amounts to nothing all the words in all the songs



if the rhythm doesn't make it, then everything is wrong!



 



If it's got beat - and you can dance



If it's got beat - beat me



But if it's got beat - and you can dance



If it's got beat - beat me



Into submission