you’re outta breath

ya look like death

gotta load of shit baby

better get it off your chest uh-huh

dance y’self stupid

dance y’self stupid

world news

givin you some wicked blues

if ya snooze ya lose

put on your funky shoes

dance y’self stupid

dance y’self stupid

you’re a working stiff

on the graveyard shift

aint no escape baby

long as you believe the myth uh-huh

dance y’self stupid

dance y’self stupid

now there aint no one

gonna make you run

yeah there aint no one

gonna make you run

you were on the skids

bout to blow your lid

made a couple quid

bought a house ‘n’ kids

look what ya gone ‘n’ did

dance y’self stupid

dance y’self stupid

too much rope

leaves ya little hope

wanna thank the pope

for the dope

but ya still can’t cope

dance y’self stupid

dance y’self stupid yeah

cause there aint no one

gonna make you run

now there aint no one

gonna make you run

no there aint no one

gonna make you run.