The Dance

Lyrics

Mother, watch your gypsy daughter dance Pushing up her big fat rock Mother, watch your gypsy daughter dance Pushing up her big fat rock These are the steps she learned from a sailor Searching for coins on the beaches of Brazil He didn't have a shirt, he didn't have shoes But, yes, he could dance All day if it mattered Which, it always did So let your gypsy daughter ask you this Now let your gypsy daughter ask you this That if the choice is to sit in the sand or to dance If the choice is to sit in the sand or to dance Oh, why not dancе? Mother, why not dance? Why not dance? So hеre I go One two, one two three My rock is heavy, believe you me It only goes uphill, that's the worst part But it goes, and as long as it does If the choice is to sit in the sand or to dance Why not dance? Mother, why not dance? Why not dance? Mother, why not dance? On past kidnapping and revolutions On past subway robberies And on past the despair of those not discovered And those discovered who didn't deserve And on past discovery, and on past wish And on past the world, fast becoming Miami And on past the loss of trees, and on past loss of free And on past the laws and limbs since not Passing more and more hungry mouths, which want to swallow your laugh of a man! Gypsy For no reason Except hunger For no reason Except hunger No reason Except that's the way that it is (That's the way that it is) Now! Watch because no one's caught your gypsy daughter yet And unless she forgets to keep dancing She'll lay with her heavy, heavy uphill rock Push past the greatest danger of all Which is her own loveless life and this fat rock And the uphill dance with her heavy feet And where in the hell does she think that she's going? And all of these questions, enough for a lifetime So, if the choice is to sit in the sand or to dance Why not dance? Why not dance? Why not dance?