AUDIENCE APPRECIATION PARTIES:
We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
‘Cause your friends don’t dance
And if they don’t dance
Well, they’re no friends of mine
Say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come
From out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
Or sing
We can go when we want to
Night is young and so am I
And we can dress real neat
From our hats to our feet
And surprise ’em with the victory cry
Say, we can act if we want to
If we don’t, nobody will
And you can act real rude and totally removed
And I can act like an imbecile
And say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything’s out of control
We can dance, we can dance
They’re doing it from pole to pole
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody’s taking the chance
Safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Ah yes, the safety dance
We can dance if we want to
We’ve got all your life and mine
As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it
Everything’ll work out right
I say, we can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
Because your friends don’t dance
And if they don’t dance
Well, they’re no friends of mine
I say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything’s out of control
We can dance, we can dance
We’re doing it from pole to pole
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody’s taking the chance
Oh well, the safety dance
Ah yes, the safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Oh yes, the safety dance
Oh, the safety dance, yeah
Well, it’s the safety dance
It’s the safety dance
Well, it’s the safety dance
Well, it’s the safety dance
Oh, it’s the safety dance
Oh, it’s the safety dance
(Because Don Henley is a greedy jerk, you might not be able to hear the song in the video. Go to the Google Drive for the archive of videos that are blocked in a lot of countries.)
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitus, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
‘This could be Heaven or this could be Hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
‘Please bring me my wine’
He said, ‘We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘We are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax, ‘ said the night man,
‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!’
ONE OF THESE DAYS I’M GONNA CUT YOU INTO LITTLE PIECES!
Little tramp comin’ up the strip with a hundred dollar smile
Sparks flyin’ off her fingertips, drive the young cop wild
Some nights are wound so tight like a storm about to break
Better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake
You get restless like a cat waking up at midnight,
Hungry, never quite satisfied
This is our world and these are our times
This is our world and these are our times
Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude
Say he’s looking like a shadow now, runnin’ low on green and food
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast
You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream
Hungry, never quite satisfied
This is our world, and these are our times
This is our world, and these are our times
This is our world, and these are our times
This is our world, and these are our times
Make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame
He’s got two black eyes and a
Purple heart and a bone hangin’ on a chain
These times are like dynamite, a head on history
Some fool’s bound to burn it all down, don’t care about you and me
He’ll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare
Hungry, never quite satisfied
This is our world, and these are our times
This is our world, and these are our times
This is our world, and these are our times
This is our world, and these are our times
AUDIENCE APPRECIATION PARTIES::
mwaa
when you look at me
tell me what you see
this is what you get
it’s the way I am
When i look at you
I wannabe i wannabe
somewhere close to heaven
with neanderthal man
don’t go i know you wanna touch me
here there and everywhere
sparks fly when we are together
you can’t deny the facts of life
[Chorus:]
you don’t have to act like a snob
try your moves in the back of a car
don’t you know that we can go far
cuz tonight you’re gonna get my
mwaa mwaa
don’t play the games that you play
cuz you know that i won’t run away
why ain’t ya ask me to stay
cuz tonight i’m gonna give you my
mwaa mwaa
you could be mine
baby what’s your start sign
won’t you take a step into the lions den
I can hear my conscience
calling me calling me
say i’m gonna be a bad again
why don’t you come on over
we can leave this all undone
got the devil on my shoulder
there’s no place for you to run
you don’t have to act like a snob
try your moves in the back of a car
don’t you know that we can go far
cuz tonight you’re gonna get my
mwaa mwaa
don’t play the games that you play
cuz you know that i won’t run away
why ain’t ya ask me to stay
cuz tonight i’m gonna give you my
if you forget
i’ll remind you
if you’re paranoid
i’m behind you
if you lose your head
i’ll find you
sending you my kiss
if you forget
i’ll remind you
if you’re paranoid
i’m behind you
if you lose your head
i’ll find you
kiss kiss
AUDIENCE APPRECIATION PARTIES:
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won’t understand
Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away
It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite in a silent accord
Using words, you will find, are strange
Mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It’s not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?
AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION PARTIES:
PLAYDOLL BUNNIES:
It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing
Doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah
It don’t mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
Doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah
It makes no difference
If it’s sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you’ve got
It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing
Doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah
It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing
Doo-ah, doo-ah
Don’t mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
Doo-ah, doo-ah
It makes no difference
If it’s sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you’ve got
It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing
Doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah
It makes no difference
If it’s sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you’ve got
Don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
Don’t mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
Doo-ah
It makes no difference
If it’s sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you’ve got
Don’t mean a thing, all you’ve gotta do is swing
It don’t mean a thing, all you’ve gotta do is sing
It makes no difference
If it’s sweet or hot
Give that rhythm
Everything you’ve got
It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing
Doo-ah, doo-ah
Don’t mean a thing