You can't dance, you can't jive, having a moan from your wife.
feel the pain, itch that spleen, here comes the Dancing Spleen


Friday night and the oven's on low. Looking out for a place to go.
no-one plays the right music, your stomach starts to swing
and everybody thinks you ming.
you just want to go to the loo
day is gone and the loos are too
With a bit of crap music, everything's not fine
You don't want it to dance
but it gets the chance...


here comes the Dancing spleen, brown and green, forces it out at 10:16
Dancing spleen, feel the heat from that tangerine.
You can't dance, you can't jive, having a moan from the wife, Your stomach curls, itchy spleen, trouble with the Dancing spleen.


you ate a pizza, it churns inside
ate it burning and then it's gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You need the loo...
And then it starts to dance...


here comes the Dancing spleen, brown and green, forces it out at 10:16
Dancing spleen, feel the heat from that tangerine.
You can't dance, you can't jive, having a moan from the wife, Your stomach curls, itchy spleen, trouble with the Dancing spleen.