I add two and two the most simple addition
Then swear that the figures are lying
I`m a much better comic then mathematican
Cause I`m better on stage than at intermission
And as far as the man is concerned
If I`ve been burned, well I haven`t learn
I know he`s around when the sky and the ground starting ringing
I know that he`s near by the thunder I hear in advance
His words and his words alone
Are the words that can start me heart singing
And his is the only music that makes me dance
He`ll sleep and he lies in the light of two eyes
That adore him
Oh bore him it might, but he won`t leave me sight
For a glance
In every way every single day
I need less of myself I need more him, more him
And his is the only music that makes dance
Yes his is the only music that makes dance