Well she's a dance floor guerilla,
It's a rocking Wednesday night.
Yes she's a dance floor guerilla,
It's a rocking Wednesday night.
And when she starts to move
She's got that revolution, evolution, proletara-grove,
Yes she's a dance floor guerilla and
Big Brother says it's all right.
Black boots and khakis, she's got
Military hair.
Black boots and khakis, she's got
Military hair.
And she moves her feet
To that noise pollution, no solution, proletara-beat,
well she's a dance floor guerilla and
Big Brother says it's all right.
Spin, jump, pogo, skank,
Slam into a Russian tank.
Five, six, seven, eight,
Guerillas don't negotiate.
Dance floor guerillas don't negotiate.
Dance floor guerillas don't negotiate.
Dance floor guerillas don't negotiate.
Dance floor guerillas don't.....
Copyright 2015, Michael C. Hickey