It's a bright, fine day, but we're buried here alive against the tide
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Of our magazines and TV screens' electron spray
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And I can't believe we ever came inside
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Leave us alone! Why should we bother to be sittin' pretty?
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Get out of the way! It's time, now everyone's hip to gettin' gritty
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Run from the house, roll into the garden
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We wouldn't want to have to try not to fall, and we don't like bruises
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And when the sweaty clothes around our ankles start to stiffen and harden
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We'll have another little party trying to keep our balance, and we're gonna see who loses
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Dancing with your pants down, down
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Clutching at each other, as you fall over
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Dancing with your pants down, down
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Broken backs and heart attacks, surrounded by clover
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Sun in our eyes! Cool breeze, the sweet smell of chlorophyll on leather
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It's all that we need! One hill, and hundreds of people stuck together
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Now that we're down, we better get busy
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You know we got a lot of ground to cover, and we gotta keep ourselves lubricated
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And every time we turn around, we find each other dripping and dizzy
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Just think of all the many minutes that we went and squandered all those days we waited
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Dancing With Your Pants Down
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