There's tight Lycra 'round my hips
And a sweatband that fits 'round my head
We still dance, dance, dancing today
To the global groove
Well, the TV guy 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 groove
We still tap, tap, tapping away
To the global groove
Watch your favorite war on TV just before you go to sleep
And then your favorite 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, dancing
I remember when I was really small
Then, the news said that
When planes went overhead
And how many passengers you could fit on that plane
I'd imagine each person and where they're going
That would make me feel better
And, you know, these people were just going on a holiday
And watching- (had to come in late-, we would keep current at the tune)
And
Seeing people die (for me, it's-)
And it's
It's
Being lied to, and being exposed to that much realism