Four Simple Words Frank Turner

Because we're all so very
Twenty-first century
You're probably listening to me
On some kind of portable stereo

Maybe you're sitting on the back of the bus
Or it's running up your sleeve and you're across from your boss
Or you're sitting in your bedroom on your own
With the lights down low

I'd like to teach you four simple words
So the next time you come to a show
You could sing those words back at me
Like they're the only words that you know

[Chorus]
I want to dance, I want to dance
I want lust, and love, and a smattering of romance
But I'm no good at dancing, and yet I have to do something
Tonight I'm gonna play it straight, I'm gonna take my chance
I want to dance

Heigh ho heigh ho heigh ho!
We're heading out to the punk rock show!
Colleagues and friends condescend with a smile
Yeah, but this is my culture, man, this is my home
The dark huddled masses gather at the gate
Yeah, the doors are at seven and the show starts at eight
A few precious hours in a space of our own
And when the band comes on, the only thing I really know