Story
As you journey to find yourself you keep coming back to the truth that one day your journey will end. Will you ever be perfect? Will you ever figure out how to be gracious, spontaneous, and heartfelt? Probably not, but just remember dead men don’t have dance moves.
Lyrics
We are the giggle. We are the party. We are the deadly beat you’re feeling in your body (x4)
I’ve got a motorcycle, it goes (VROOM!)
Cruisin’ down the calle, listen to it (BOOM!)
I’m not a hipster, Kat, on a little scooter…
I go fuckin’ fast in my fuckin’ polluter
Just remember dead men don’t have dance moves (x2)
My mind’s a loco-loco motion machine (choo-choo)
Swimming like a shark in the deep blue sea (choo-choo)
If you stall on these dance tracks the ripper’s gonna get ya (choo-choo)
And when you’re dead you know I can’t dance with ya
Just remember dead men don’t have dance moves (x2)
And I just can’t shake the feelin’ (x3)
Basement floor to ceilin’, I just can’t shake the feelin (x2)
That when I’m dead they’ll party in the streets
Raining streamers and cupcakes on behalf of me.
And the zombies (oh the zombies) they’ll rise up from the graves,
And they’ll do the fuckin’ moonwalk in my fuckin’ parade.
Just remember dead men don’t have dance moves (x2)
Everybody do the zombie! (GAAHHGGLGLGLHGLGH)
Go to the cupboard, pull out the knives.
Guns are no good zombies aren’t alive
Put on my cardigan, on second thought,
No blood on this one, take it back off.
Put on my hoodie and I pull the strings tight.
It’s deadly outside and it’s cold tonight.
Out the door don’t let fear stop ya.
It’s the dead in the night, you know we gotta
Move! Move! Move to stay alive (x2)
(When I’m dead, they’ll party in the streets) (x2)
We are the giggle. We are the party. We are the deadly beat you’re feeling in your body (x2)
Body.