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It's a sight everyone at the party sees A man tries to dance Then he fails, and runs from the party with a missing shoe and hunched stance He doesn't show himself again He no longer 'let's loose' Than he finds he's given up As he ties the noose He was an an idiot, now he hangs In the dark, the abyss, in blight He looks for a way from this dark And sees the light... HI, BILLY MAYS HERE WITH THE HANDY SWITCH The television turns on, and an infomercial for him to see Then he cuts himself down, realises this isn't his destiny He goes to the store Barges through the door And than he walks in and stand proud two feet firm on the floor He buys the switch Goes back to the party He confronts the crowd, such a b____ With a spring in his step, a flare in his eyes He pulls off the greatest dance sequence ever seen No lies The man impresses the crowd, gathers the attention Though proving his worth was his main intention He's cracking, under this pressure again But than he realises, it's time a message is to be sent He delivers an encore, Left, Right and ends with the Moonwalk And than he becomes the star of the part, centre of the talk A kid, years younger, asks him how he dug himself out of his embarrassment ditch And he credits his abilities all to the handy switch
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:16 AM UTC
Dance
It's a sight everyone at the party sees A man tries to dance Then he fails, and runs from the party with a missing shoe and hunched stance He doesn't show himself again He no longer 'let's loose' Than he finds he's given up As he ties the noose He was an an idiot, now he hangs In the dark, the abyss, in blight He looks for a way from this dark And sees the light... HI, BILLY MAYS HERE WITH THE HANDY SWITCH The television turns on, and an infomercial for him to see Then he cuts himself down, realises this isn't his destiny He goes to the store Barges through the door And than he walks in and stand proud two feet firm on the floor He buys the switch Goes back to the party He confronts the crowd, such a b____ With a spring in his step, a flare in his eyes He pulls off the greatest dance sequence ever seen No lies The man impresses the crowd, gathers the attention Though proving his worth was his main intention He's cracking, under this pressure again But than he realises, it's time a message is to be sent He delivers an encore, Left, Right and ends with the Moonwalk And than he becomes the star of the part, centre of the talk A kid, years younger, asks him how he dug himself out of his embarrassment ditch And he credits his abilities all to the handy switch
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:16 AM UTC
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