There’s tight lycra round my hips And a sweat band that fits round my head We’re still dance, dance, dancing today To the global grooveWell, the TV guide gets fatter as the days pass by And those taxis do a dance as I watch from the sky Global groove, global groove Global groove, global grooveWe’re still tap, tap, tapping away To the global grooveWatch your favourite war on TV, just before you go to sleep And then your favourite sitcom, watch the tears roll down your cheek Global groove, global groove I'm so sick and tired of dancing, I'm so sick and tired of dancing I'm so sick and tired of dancing, are you sick and tired of dancing? Still tap, tap tapping Dance, dance, dancingUh, I remember when I was really small And the news said that in the city When planes went overhead And how many passengers you could fit on a plane Imagine each person, and where they’re going That would make me feel betterYou know, these people were going on holiday And watching they just, seeing people, uh, die And it’s funniest being lied to And being exposed to that much realism
