indigo nightlife

we bust a move
to the sounds deejayed
break out on the dance floor
work it till your calves deflate

the robot
the hustle
the cha-cha
breakdown

the lady over there
looks about thirty five and a half
you look at her with care
the dance plays with no despair

get a double sided track beat tune
to make you wanna fly
the air is getting hotter
all you want it a glass of rye

you tear down the floor
all your friends repent
taking to the wing wang
and that dances you made up

the sweat drips down your forehead
gettin' all up in hurr
you do the splits and jump back up
these ain't your  daddy's beats son

she goes for a cigarette
and lights one for you
you take a puff then pass
cigarettes smelling like a sin

she touches your shoulder
rubbing one with the greats
you're like a flash to the dance floor
no five minute break

you started the dance floor
and now everyone up and playing
the motown beats you missed
george jefferson starts complaining

she wanted me "to go" to her place
i decided not to
for there will always be next week
another time to make grace

to find the girl with the glasses
the one that helps me be "beat"
do I hand in a resume to be your friend
or do i smile and nod, and let Cupid, let us meet