Jonathan Coulton - Dance soterios johnson dance

A vo^Eice like honey, no one else could f^Bill his shoes The t^Eime and the weather, the headlines and the lo^Bcal news He lays it d^C#mown with perfection and g^Brace Done by n^Eoon, he goes home to his pl^Aace Where he sl^Eeeps and he wa^Bits for the n^C#might ^E

Ju^Est before midnight he gets up, gets out of b^Bed A c^Ean of Red Bull, a tab of X to clear his h^Bead He shoots his c^C#muffs, now he’s headed dow^Bntown Picks up one l^Eife, puts another one do^Awn And his b^Eody hums and the mu^Csic’s playing

Da^Gnce, Soterios J^Cohn^Gson, da^Dnce It’s a^Bm cold world, nobody^C under^Dstands The fee^Emling you c^Aman’t keep ^Dinside G^Go, Soterios J^Cohns^Gon, g^Do All the club k^Bmids are watching your gl^Cowstick g^Dlow With the l^Emight of a tr^Amuth you can’t^D hide That the n^Cews is the n^Gews, but the da^Dnce goes on fo^Erever

H^Ee shimmies his shoulders, undulates his sl^Bender hips Ar^Ems akimbo, Jaggeresque, he po^Buts his lips A circle f^C#morms, everybody comes 'ro^Bund Just to h^Eear the incredible so^Aund Of a gen^Eius smashing expect^Dations

He^E’s d^Bancing, he’s ^Ga machine Like ^Dno one, that they’ve eve^Bbr seen He’s f^Flying, he’s living ^Da dream_^E______

The ma^Egic fades as the sun comes up, it’s^B time he goes A h^Eand on his shoulder, he turns around: it’s Teri ^BGross He takes her h^C#mand, spins her body just ^Bso He holds her c^Elose, he will never let ^Ago As the room exp^Elodes, they da^Dnce like angels

D^Gance, Soterios J^Cohns^Gon, da^Dnce It’s a cold^Bm world, nobody^C unders^Dtands The fee^Emling you ca^Amn’t keep ^Dinside G^Go, Soterios Jo^Chns^Gon, g^Do All the club k^Bmids are watching your g^Clowstick g^Dlow With the l^Emight of a t^Amruth you can’t^D hide That the n^Cews is the n^Gews, but the d^Dance goes on That the n^Cews is the n^Gews, but the d^Dance goes on

That the n^Cews is the n^Gews, but the d^Dance goes on for^Eever