Dance Of The Crackpots Lyrics - Ian Dury & The Blockheads

Oh, let's get up and let's get excited 

It's a public party and you're all invited 

Let's cut the custard, see the mustard 

Please hold steady till we're maladjusted 

Sing boop-ba-de-boop, sing twiddle-de-de 

Invite the Germans home for tea 

Let them mock and let them sneer 

The wise young crackpot knows no fear 

The emancipation that's sweeping the nation 

When it seemed that the world was sunk 

You can bet your boots on your own pursuits 

History is bunk 

From Rosemary Clooney to Jerry Lee Lewis 

From Debussy to Thelonius Monk 

It's the modern art of the human heart 

The shape of things to funk, funk, funk 

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Let's see you do it, you always knew it 

It's totally impossible to misconstrue it 

In sight of the fact and in spite of the fashion 

Living is a lap-top animated fashion 

Pay no attention to the bones of contention 

Do the new-age boogie for the old-age pension 

Let them stop and let them snore 

We'll be glad that we were born 

Motivation is the new sensation 

The fantasy that keeps you fit 

On the human assumption, you don't have the gumption 

Get up and do your bit 

Being daft is a therapy craft 

Which sharpens up your wits 

Totally enthusic about the music 

And it shows in the face you sit, sit, sit 

(dosey-doh) 

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Oh, let's get up and let's get excited 

It's a public party and you're all invited 

Let's cut the custard, see the mustard 

Please hold steady till we're maladjusted 

Sing boop-ba-de-boop, sing twiddle-de-de 

Invite the Germans home for tea 

Let them mock and let them sneer 

Wise young crackpots know no fear 

Emancipation that's sweeping the nation 

Worldwide tonic funk 

You can bet your boots on your own pursuits 

History is bunk 

From Rosemary Clooney to Jerry Lee Lewis 

From Debussy to Thelonius Monk 

It's the modern art in the human heart 

The shape of things to funk, funk, funk, funk, funk 

(Thank you)