Lyrics


Stretched out in my dull room watchin’ the clock
Starin’ like a mug in to the bottom of a cup,
times draggin’ when you’re hopin’ that a buzz,
Hits like a ton of bricks droppin’ from above,
(doorbell) now my friend wants to meet up,
“there’s a disco on tonight wanna come?”
‘Errr . . .’ know I don’t go out much,
Like sittin’ in my room, not the type to hit a club,

So I blag it- ‘err, but there’s homework to be done,’
He bursts out gigglin’ “ ya’ sound jus’ like my mum,
Come on let’s ‘av a little fun,
I know that you’re procrastinatin’, sittin’ on ya’ bum.”
‘True,” jumpin’ up, open the cupboard,
Grab my lucky shirt; wipe the dust off on the collar,
I splat a tonne of gel onto my crop,
Ya’ got a lot to think of but ya only livin’ once.

Chorus:

Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor,
We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore,
Don’t wait for the good times to come,
Make the good times roll, come on have fun,
Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor,
We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore,
Don’t wait for the good times to come,
Make the good times roll, come on have fun,


Struttin’ to the venue mate’s dishin’ out glasses,
“girls can’t see you checkin’ out their arses,”
Feelin’ sheepish, I leave mine off,
But the women check ‘em out, ‘cause they seem like fun,
(yurrgh) I’m stoppin’ in my tracks dead,
My eyes clock this girl boppin’ in a black dress,
(hmmm) “man she’ll know never get to know ya
if ya bottle’ it,”’ but aven’t got the balls to approach her.’

(ahhh) Bass hits like it’s dynamite (boom!)
But I watch crowd move from the side of the room,
Mind’s spinnin’ like the glitter ball moves,
Every little mirror’s like another job I’ve gotta do,
“Forget that! Mate pulls me by the arm,
To the middle of the dance circle for a laugh,
Wiggle it like ya’ Dad or ya’ Aunt,
(who cares?) Let it go, everybody looks daft

Chorus:

Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor,
We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore,
Don’t wait for the good times to come,
Make the good times roll, come on have fun,
Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor,
We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore,
Don’t wait for the good times to come,
Make the good times roll, come on have fun,


Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit,
Clap twice, and dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go
Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, ‘til you get red and sweaty like an arsenal kit.
Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go


Now we’re throwin’ up our hands like their’s cash in the air,
Got my eyes on that fit girl with the black dress
(Yeah) Face white like a ghost, ‘feel scared,’
“but forget that mate, she’s playin’ with her hair.”
(hmmm) So I start to leap,
Struttin’ over like I’m James brown, part the clique,
(hey) crack a smile, heart starts to beat,
n’ take a deep breath, errr . . . will you dance with me? (no)

Feel Mohammed Ali threw his knuckle in my gut
I slump down n’ stare into the bottom of a cup,
Chuck my shades in the rubbish, had enough,
Then I’m hearin’ high-heals tap’ outside the club,
(“wait!”) See moonlight catch her black sequins,
She says “sorry back there, I felt sheepish”
We dance sweet real low to the beat, It’s
Funny, I didn’t wanna come, now don’t wanna leave here.

Chorus:

Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor,
We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore,
Don’t wait for the good times to come,
Make the good times roll, come on have fun,
Sooo, lets go down to the dancefloor,
We can throw our hands up ‘til our arms’ sore,
Don’t wait for the good times to come,
Make the good times roll, come on have fun,


Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go
Clap twice, dance a bit, dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, ‘til you get red and sweaty like an arsenal kit
Clap twice, dance a bit, take a step and dance a bit,
Clap twice, dance a bit, go go go go go