Of Montreal - Death dance of the omipapas and sons for you

I wanna da^Ence, so I do^En’t have to ^G#mthink an^F#mymore About the s^Cdim7team cleaned cater^Bpillar in a p^E6inafore Ba ba da da ^Aba ba ^B7ba I wanna da^Ence, till the m^Eeanings of ^G#mwords are r^F#meplaced By the sn^Cdim7obbish foppish da^Bndies with dis^G#7criminating ta^Aste

Ta^Dking lady’s ^G#7pla-aaa^Aaaace, and b^Douncing her f^Am7ace Up^Gm7 the esca^Cm7lator to i^Ab6nspect the fay new ^F#maj7blonde Em7b5 Edim7 I wanna d^Eance, to the voice of the ^G#mphantom ^F#moboe Performing ^Cdim7spritely melodie^Bs of a roc^E6oco Ba ba da da ^Aba ba ^B7ba

I wanna da^Ence, to the r^Ehythm of ^G#mowls in a p^F#mlumb Who have fa^Cdim7shioned tiny in^Bstruments plucked ^G#mwith their th^Aumb No feeli^Dng’s more ^G#7sa-aaaaa^Aafe, than w^Dhen you em^Am7brace me d^A#ancing

We don’t have to ^D#call any of our f^Criends Because I do^An’t even c^Eare, ^E7who else is t^C#here If^Bm dancing is your legs laughing Ch^Em7oking is your throat heckling Ce^Amaj7ment grapes are falling (falling) Ah but the ^Am7limp nymphs are calling, me to d^Eance

I’^F#m so sick and tired of always feeling down yeah, just laying around yeah Wa^Asting my life

I WANNA DA^ENCE!!!^B7 I WANNA DAN^ECE!!! ^B7I WANNA DANC^EE!!! ^{B E E}