Lyrics:
I add two and two the most simple additionThen swear that the figures are lyingI'm a much better comic then mathematicanCause I'm better on stage than at intermissionAnd as far as the man is concernedIf I've been burned, well I haven't learnI know he's around when the sky and the ground starting ringingI know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advanceHis words and his words aloneAre the words that can start me heart singingAnd his is the only music that makes me danceHe'll sleep and he lies in the light of two eyesThat adore himOh bore him it might, but he won't leave me sightFor a glanceIn every way every single dayI need less of myself I need more him, more himAnd his is the only music that makes danceYes his is the only music that makes dance