Out in the street tryin' to arrest my friend
They put him on ice now twice but he's back again
Hear that funky dance in Harlem all across the U.S.A. 
From the Dead End sea to the Golden Gate
He was an animal all the way

There’s no more dancin', there’s no more dancin' in the street
There’s no more dancin', there’s no more dancin' in the street

Martha and the band showed us how to do what you please
All of the idiots y’r dancin' with the BeeGees
Since you got no Isley Brother’s records, spinnin' like a rat in a maze
Do your stuff like a sex machine, whatever happened to the latest craze

Now there’s no more dancin', there’s no more dancin' in the street
There’s no more dancin', there’s no more Freak out

There’s no more dancin', there’s no more dancin' in the street

One two three four, no more dancin' anymore
Five six seven eight, just another hitparade

Well just when things were getting funny
We had to reconsider all the rules
And the Dead End sea, the Golden Gate
Just up like a bunch of fools, fools

Now there’s no more dancin' there’s no more dancin' in the street
And no more dancin' there’s no more dancin' in the street

There’s no more dancin', there’s no more dancin' in the street
There’s no more dancin', there’s no more dancin' in the street
One two three four no more dancin' anymore