Dancin' Highs
Dj's crank the noise box to eleven,
Rapturous seekers of octave heaven,
For here it is found, here it is met,
Twining of folk who eagerly sweat,
Relentless heat of dance floor passion,
Stops no inebriant body funk fashion,
Shapes thrown in discoland aplenty,
Created, lowly class to landed gentry,
Launch your moves to each fresh beat,
Wait to drop unhindered rhythmic treat,
Bi-decked steel, puppet masters control,
Reach for the lasers, let the good times roll.
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For many, many sweaty dance floor nights.
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