Lyrics
These are the days of the dancing six feet apart
You see people in bars or places
And they look at each other
Just look
And they don't do anything about it
Suddenly it's two o'clock
And they don't do anything about it
Let's be different,
Let's not wear mustaches and funny clothes
Let's not let our hair grow so long it covers up our eyes
And makes us unable to see the world
Never mind the world,
Let's not miss each other
They can keep their wedged shoes
And their butterfly coats
And their 1930s songs
I'm tired of dancing anyway
I feel like going somewhere
Somewhere I've never been
They can have their one-room trips
If these are the days of the dancing
Let's keep the nights for love
And what was your first name, anyway?
