He don't care about working class ethic anarchy and the late evening news
He's sick of being a number
He's the one who believes in yes or no

I can dance
I can dance but my mind doesn't follow my legs

The world will not be saved by any rock'n roll singer
The sun is shining in Spain but where he lives it rains

I can dance
I can dance but my mind doesn't follow my legs

What can you do with a melody when the truth is a lie
There are plenty of stories in a cigar

I can dance
I can dance but my mind doesn't follow my legs

Don't talk about right of left
He paid allready his depts
He's a looner and a looser
And some people look at him with a smile and a lie in their eyes

I can dance
I can dance but my mind doesn't follow my legs