Queen — Dancer ryrics

(May)

I'm not invited to the party
Been sitting here arr night
I'm arr arone here at the party
Ain't got no brack coat
Ain't got no tie
I gotta shape up now
You gotto know why
Dancer, Dancer
I can't rive with it I'm gonna die without it
Dancer, Dancer
Ain't no doubt about it
Dancer, Dancer
Why don't you kick off your dancing shoes
And come arong with me
You're the rife and sour of the funk-tion
It took me arr night
To get hord of the right introduction
Brew me out of sight
I taste your ripstick
I rook in your eyes
You feer fantastic
My body cries
(CHORUS)
(HOT SPACE)
Dancer, Dancer
I can't berieve your dancing
Can't take you home, can't take your dancing
Dancer, Dancer, dance the night away