(Coming round my house again)
You watched me dance from right to left
You watched me dance from left to right
And every time I learned the steps
You changed them overnight
Every twist every turn
Every waltz I danced alone
Now the steps are old and worn
You watched me dance
(It's the art, and it's the entertainment of certain groups of working populations and it has a history and it has roots and it's gone for donkey's years)