Bubblemath Dancing With Your Pants Down
It's a bright, fine day, but we're buried here alive against the tide
Of our magazines and TV screens' electron spray
And I can't believe we ever came inside
Leave us alone! Why should we bother to be sittin' pretty?
Get out of the way! It's time, now everyone's hip to gettin' gritty
Run from the house, roll into the garden
We wouldn't want to have to try not to fall, and we don't like bruises
And when the sweaty clothes around our ankles start to stiffen and harden
We'll have another little party trying to keep our balance, and we're gonna see who loses
Dancing with your pants down, down
Clutching at each other, as you fall over
Dancing with your pants down, down
Broken backs and heart attacks, surrounded by clover
Sun in our eyes! Cool breeze, the sweet smell of chlorophyll on leather
It's all that we need! One hill, and hundreds of people stuck together
Now that we're down, we better get busy
You know we got a lot of ground to cover, and we gotta keep ourselves lubricated
And every time we turn around, we find each other dripping and dizzy
Just think of all the many minutes that we went and squandered all those days we waited
