(G.Stapleton)
Predominantly percussive prone, she's basically bereft
Of any sense of melody it's the beat that she likes best.
Trying to keep a straight face while the singer shakes his ass
She's wondering if it's natural or he learned to be that crass
But if it's got beat - and you can dance
If it's got beat - beat me
But if it's got beat - and you can dance
If it's got beat - beat me
Into submission
Standing on the dance floor like some tribal cinderella
She ain't looking for a woman, she ain't lookin' for a fella
If the music keeps on playing she'll be dancing till she dies
But the clown that's playing D.J. doesn't seem to realise...
But if it's got beat - and you can dance
If it's got beat - beat me
But if it's got beat - and you can dance
If it's got beat - beat me
Into submission
Well it all amounts to nothing all the words in all the songs
if the rhythm doesn't make it, then everything is wrong!
If it's got beat - and you can dance
If it's got beat - beat me
But if it's got beat - and you can dance
If it's got beat - beat me
Into submission