HANDPHONES ON THE DANCEFLOOR

she’s upwardly mobile - downward we spiral / to the main floor / “who’s spinning?” well, hands up who is / we got chicks with light sticks / and if you’re surrounded by all your friends, then who is left to call on
Handphones on the Dancefloor?

I know it must take practice to dance like that, what with that thing in your ear, pitcher of beer, fags & handbag / and so we dance to the beat of mobiles ringing / I heard it ain’t over till the large lady’s singing but right now she’s messaging that I said she was fat ... well you know you know that I’d never say that / you know I always hesitate when a girl asks about her weight / oh you know it's best to hesitate... what are you sending me these messages for on Handphones on the Dancefloor?

lalala...ooh you send me, ooh you send me: SEMI COLON and a CAPITAL ‘P’... means: you’re sticking your tongue out at me / and then it's COLON and END PARENTHESES… s’posedly being friendly / why can't you come and stick your tounge out at me personally?

“listen, they’re playing our tune” and it goes: boom boom boom boom…

baby i'd save the last dance for us / if only we knew what it was because the DJ – he’s fucked off / wandering round the club looking to score / leaving us with nothing but Handphones on the Dancefloor