Dance, Idiot, Dance 歌词

[00:05.50]	Here comes Nicholas, fiddle in hand,
[00:11.71]	into a world that he can't understand.
[00:17.48]	You can't keep pace with the master race,
[00:20.61]	his feet they're going all over the place
[00:23.46]	he can't see his moves cos there's egg on his face.
[00:27.78]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[00:31.01]
[00:36.64]	His body's as stiff as a cold lasagne,
[00:42.27]	'cos all he knows is 'Rule Brittannia'.
[00:48.30]	His rhythm's so bad that we're supposin'
[00:51.37]	maybe it's cos his legs are frozen?
[00:54.31]	Shouldn't be wearing lederhosen!
[00:58.72]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[01:01.50]
[01:38.36]	Messianical look in his eye,
[01:43.97]	arms akimbo, slapping his thigh.
[01:49.86]	He wrinkles his snout at a likely wench
[01:52.82]	（we've censored her answer and pardoned her French）
[01:55.82]	it's hard for your average Ubermensch.
[02:00.04]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[02:03.24]
[02:09.06]	Poor old Nicholas got up today,
[02:14.58]	to Cecil Sharpe House he made his way.
[02:20.48]	Wore his uniform just to impress and said,
[02:24.23]	"this must be the place, I guess, for joining the EFD-SS?"
[02:30.84]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[02:34.23]

[00:05.50]	Here comes Nicholas, fiddle in hand,
[00:11.71]	into a world that he can' t understand.
[00:17.48]	You can' t keep pace with the master race,
[00:20.61]	his feet they' re going all over the place
[00:23.46]	he can' t see his moves cos there' s egg on his face.
[00:27.78]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[00:31.01]
[00:36.64]	His body' s as stiff as a cold lasagne,
[00:42.27]	' cos all he knows is ' Rule Brittannia'.
[00:48.30]	His rhythm' s so bad that we' re supposin'
[00:51.37]	maybe it' s cos his legs are frozen?
[00:54.31]	Shouldn' t be wearing lederhosen!
[00:58.72]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[01:01.50]
[01:38.36]	Messianical look in his eye,
[01:43.97]	arms akimbo, slapping his thigh.
[01:49.86]	He wrinkles his snout at a likely wench
[01:52.82]	we' ve censored her answer and pardoned her French
[01:55.82]	it' s hard for your average Ubermensch.
[02:00.04]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[02:03.24]
[02:09.06]	Poor old Nicholas got up today,
[02:14.58]	to Cecil Sharpe House he made his way.
[02:20.48]	Wore his uniform just to impress and said,
[02:24.23]	" this must be the place, I guess, for joining the EFDSS?"
[02:30.84]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[02:34.23]

[00:05.50]	Here comes Nicholas, fiddle in hand,
[00:11.71]	into a world that he can' t understand.
[00:17.48]	You can' t keep pace with the master race,
[00:20.61]	his feet they' re going all over the place
[00:23.46]	he can' t see his moves cos there' s egg on his face.
[00:27.78]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[00:31.01]
[00:36.64]	His body' s as stiff as a cold lasagne,
[00:42.27]	' cos all he knows is ' Rule Brittannia'.
[00:48.30]	His rhythm' s so bad that we' re supposin'
[00:51.37]	maybe it' s cos his legs are frozen?
[00:54.31]	Shouldn' t be wearing lederhosen!
[00:58.72]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[01:01.50]
[01:38.36]	Messianical look in his eye,
[01:43.97]	arms akimbo, slapping his thigh.
[01:49.86]	He wrinkles his snout at a likely wench
[01:52.82]	we' ve censored her answer and pardoned her French
[01:55.82]	it' s hard for your average Ubermensch.
[02:00.04]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[02:03.24]
[02:09.06]	Poor old Nicholas got up today,
[02:14.58]	to Cecil Sharpe House he made his way.
[02:20.48]	Wore his uniform just to impress and said,
[02:24.23]	" this must be the place, I guess, for joining the EFDSS?"
[02:30.84]	Dance, idiot, dance!
[02:34.23]

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