Part punk, part God almighty
Part fuck you, part Mr. X ray eyes
I didn't choose to be
Shouting for a living, it happened
Something snapped and I don't know why
Too many slaps, too many priests
Fumbled sex in parks
Or just a part of the me, me, me generation
The Thatcher youth, coming home to roost
If the old school cap fits, wear it
But I'll take my cake and share it
Burning down a bonfire made of teachers
Pay your VAT bills on the cinders
Just you and little Molly Flanders
Doing the twist at all the dances
Don't look to me for answer
Let's twist again, see them sing
Let's twist again, hear them sing
Let's twist again
Bring on the dancing girls
Part sussed, part amateur
Part love you, part Mr. Bleeding Heart
I sing a longa, jump uppa-downa
Watch this space
I've got lungs full of this stuff
Both sides together in the Commons bar
Just who the fuck do they think they are?
I am not a pop star
I am a part of the class war
Every revolutionary is motivated by love
I see the newsreels, 200 bodies
In a shallow grave in East Timor
What am I supposed to do?
Forget it? Pretend it never happened?
Whilst politicians circle-jerk around
Legal jargon totem poles
Let's twist again, see them sing
Let's twist again, hear them sing
Let's twist again
Bring on the dancing girls
You tell me
Where does entertainment end
And responsibility begin?
Oh, Salome waits
She says 'Bring me all the heads
Of all the heads of state'
Let's twist again, see them sing
Let's twist again, hear them sing
Let's twist again
Bring on the dancing girls