They’re pickin’ up the prisoners, and puttin’ ’em in a pen / And all she wants to do is dance, dance / Rebels been rebels since I don’t know when / And all she wants to do is dance / Molotov cocktail, the local drink / And all she wants to do is dance, dance / Mix em up right, in the kitchen sink / And all she wants to do is dance

Crazy people walkin’ round with blood in their eyes / And all she wants to do is dance, dance, dance / Wild-eyed pistol wavers who ain’t afraid to die / And all she wants to do is / All she wants to do is dance, and make romance / She can’t feel the heat comin’ off the street / She wants to party / She wants to get down / All she wants to do is / All she wants to do is dance

Well, the government bugged the men’s room in the local disco lounge / And all she wants to do is dance, dance / To keep the boys from sellin’ all the weapons they could scrounge / And all she wants to do is dance / But that don’t keep the boys from makin’ a buck or two / And all she wants to do is dance, dance / They still can sell the army all the drugs that they can do / And all she wants to do is / All she wants to do is dance, and make romance

Well, we barely made the airport for the last plane out / As we taxied down the runway, I could hear the people shout / They said “Don’t come back here Yankee” / But if I ever do, I’ll bring more money / ’Cause all she wants to do is dance, and make romance / Never mind the heat comin’ off the street / She wants to party / She wants to get down / All she wants to do is / All she wants to do is dance, and make romance / All she wants to do is dance

[By Danny Kortchmar © Geffen Records, 1984]