I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything To make some love I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And make some love I can feel it in the air Feel it up above Feel the tension everywhere There is too much blood Too much blood, well alright Everything you see On the movie screen is tame Everything's gonna be arranged A friend of mine was this Japanese Who had a girlfriend in Paris He, he had to date her for six months And eventually she said yes You know, he took her to his apartment Cut off her head, put the rest of her body In the refrigerator, ate her piece by piece Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the freezer And when he ate her he took her bones To the Bois de Boulogne By chance, a taxi driver noticed him Burying the bones, you don't believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction We drive through there everyday I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything Be number one, yeah! I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And have some fun I can feel it everywhere Feel it up above Feel the tension in the air There is too much blood, too much blood Too much, yeah, too much blood, a'right Did you ever see 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn't it? You know people ask me, "Is it really true You know where you live in Texas Is that really true what they do around there, people?" I say, "Hey, now everytime I drive through the crossroads I get scared there's a bloke running around With a fuckin' chain saw Oh, no, he's gotta cut off me Oh no no! Don't saw off me leg, don't saw off me arm" When I go to the movies, you know I'd like to see something more romantic You know like, 'An Officer And A Gentleman' Or something, something you excite the wife too You know what I mean? [Incomprehensible] I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And have some fun I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And make some love I can feel it everywhere, feel it up above Feel the tension in the air There is too much blood Too much blood, alright! Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't be scared, yeah Pretty ladies, don't despair Pretty ladies, don't despair There's still so much love Yeah, too much, too much, yeah Too much blood, too much blood Too much, too much blood Too much blood, too much blood Too much blood, too much blood © COLGEMS-EMI MUSIC INC; PROMOPUB B.V.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com