Lyrics:

They're pricking up the prisoners
All putting them in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance,dance
Rebels have been rebels since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail,the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance
They mix them up right in the kitchen sink
And all she wants to do is dance
Crazy people walking around with blood in their eyes
And all she wants to do is dance,dance,dance
Wild-eyed pistol wavers who ain't afraid to die
And all she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance,dance
And make romance
She can't feel the heat comming off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do
All she wants to is dance


Well the goverment,bugged the men's room
In the local disco lounge
All she wants to do is dance,dance
To keep the boys from selling
All the weapons they can scrounge
All she wants to do is dance
But that don't keep the boys
From making a buck or two
And all she wants to do is dance,dance
They still can sell the army
All the drugs that they can do
And all she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
And make romance


Well,we barley made the airport
For the last plane out
As we taxied down the runway
I could hear the people shout they said:
'Don't come back here again.Yankee'
But if I do I'll bring back more money
Cause all she wants to do is dance
And make romance


Nevermind the heat
Comming off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
And make romance
All she wants to do is dance