Dance Music yeah, let's face it,
as ad its day I'm finkin,
as in my bed I lay next door to
that club wiv the strobe lights blinkin.
Annoyin repetative base beats
they've gone fuck-in- a-stray,
forced their selves inside my head
in their own malodic way......
Boom!- Boom!- Boom!- Boom!
Cigarette- n -a -cup -a -tea!
It's gotta be that DJ 'fuckwit',
Marky Markieeee......?
Spinnin-n-scratchin his 12 inch tunes,
he's on-one major mission
blowin like a hurricane,
destroyin the competition......
I know yeah disco biscuets, got you
in a trance, an all you wanna do is dance.....
.......n-dance-n-dance-n-dance!
But ease up mate, give me a break,
gotta work to earn a livin...... just
shut-the-fuck-up!......till next weekend
when there'll be no opposition......
cos me and my mates we'll be avin it large
at that club called Contradiction!
Dance music, yeah, lets face it man,
it's fuck-in-my religeon......!










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