You
can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See
that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen
Friday
night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where
they play the right music
Getting in the swing
You come to
look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young
and the music's high
With a bit of rock music
Everything is
fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the
chance
You
are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only
seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the
tambourine
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time
of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the
dancing queen
You're
a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave 'em burning and then you're
gone
Looking out for another
Anyone will do
You're in
the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance
You
are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only
seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the
tambourine
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time
of your life
See that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the
dancing queen
Dig in the dancing queen
NOT
ABBA:
'Dancing Tool'
Thought
I could dance,
thought
I could jive,
why I thought that I can't say
See that
dork,
quite a scene,
must have been something to see
Friday
night and the lights were low,
which was a blessing, 'cause I
did blow
Where they played groovy music
never got in the
swing
but I thought I was king,
was flopping around to beat
the band.
swing hips, head and hands
to a bit of rock
music,
thought I looked fine
Was feeling great, and having
a time,
totally
oblivious to those around.
I
was the dancing tool,
to
the driving beat
Just
fifteen, and a reject fool
should
have taken a seat
it
was a blinders thing
Couldn't dance
Look for true
romance
in flared-leg pants
Saw some girls,
caused
eyes to bulge
Yeah, I was the dancing tool
Embarrassment,
was a joke
Yes, complete repellent to the women folk
looking
for love action,
might have just stayed home
Wanted true
romance,
but
never had a fricking chance
I
was the dancing tool,
to
the driving beat
Just
fifteen, and a reject tool
should
have taken a seat
Feel
the dork radiating forth
couldn't dance, was all jive
bane
of my solitary life
saw several girls
bell-bottom
nightmare
clothes a dork would wear
at the time, just
didn't care
I
was the dancing tool,
to
the driving beat
Just
fifteen, and a reject fool
should
have taken a seat
I
was the dancing tool,
Dig
me, ladies, the dancing tool
Dig
me, ladies, the dancing tool