Danger! My dance style is notorious.
I'm a bit like an old motor.
I warn you provisionally:
Danger! I want to dance!
Dancing for me is essential,
but not totally harmless.
I warn you yet again, now really:
Danger! I want to dance!
Give me the beat, give me the bass,
give me the groove in the middle of my face,
give me lots of space; before I forget:
Danger! I want to dance!
I'm gonna dance in a flash
a few seconds, on the spot,
plus the Mexican wave
Danger! I want to dance!
At that, I spin myself around in a circle,
that, in the end, is really fucking stupid.
When someone laughs, I say to myself "So be it!"
Danger! I want to dance!
Give me the beat, give me the bass,
give me the groove in the middle of my face,
give me lots of space; before I forget:
Danger! I want to dance!
Now there is still something on the bell.
Before I rock out then,
Let's all squat down.
Danger! I want to dance!
Arms crossed and Head down:
We're dancing like Don Cossacks.
Do you hear my back cracking?
Danger! I want to dance!
Give me the beat, give me the bass,
give me the groove in the middle of my face,
give me lots of space; before I forget:
Danger! I want to dance!
I have for you, the merry patrons:
We're running a victory lap now
and dancing another half hour.
Danger! I want to dance!
Tomorrow you will pay for it:
You will wake up with swollen feet.
They could then give you my best greetings.
Danger! I want to dance!
Give me the beat, give me the bass,
give me the groove in the middle of my face,
give me lots of space; before I forget:
Danger! I want to dance!