Whoo! Alright - Yeah...Uh Huh.

Whoo! Alright - Yeah...Uh Huh. - The Rapture

Oh the sun drenched French girls won't relate

To a frozen glare from the Northern State

Dreamin' of fat happy babies

Kickin' ladies on the Metro now

And the mirrors won't sing back divine

Be it choppin your hair or choppin a line

But you laugh-crack-up they

Laugh-crack up and smile

Whoo Alright - let's fall apart

And the clock starts tickin now

Tick tick tick tick tick tick OW

She said 'your allegory is far too blunt'

I said 'this ain't no laboratory your the cunt'

She said 'emotional distance it doesn't rhyme

Or resonate brilliance from in it's time'

But is it lyrical genius or crap rock poetry

I say the lineage runs Morrison Patti Smyth and me

But maybe the reason we're so uninspired

Is cuz the hour is late and the bodies are tired

I think everyone here can agree

That a party ain't great cuz the booze is free

Naw the free spirits ain't settin' no one's spirits free

Yeah Uh huh I'm falling apart

And the clock starts here and now

Tick tick tick tick OW

Wind it up now

People don't dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

People don't dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

People don't dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

People don't dance no more

They just stand there like this:

They cross their arms and stare you down

And drink and moan and diss

I used to think life's a bitter pill but its a grand old time