Sagot :
The Lindy Hop
lindy's hip so skip school child
make your mother go wild child, caught behind the bike shed with style child
and smile when the teachers cry child they dialled the number for the
press but next weeks' bomb test takes precedence
meanwhile the textile factory's closing
papa's got no pay today they say the crocodile tears flooded
the aisle between machines and made the tiles slip
you skipped school for lindy fooling child
and now the court is ruling child they're putting you on trial child
ain't it wild
you just wanted to dance and swing child sing child
gonna be the king child now someones gonna ring your parents
they're running from a mile and hopping over turnstile
you turned style into a problem when you were caught
kissing miss priss behind the bike shed they can't reconcile girls with girls
it's a girls school not cool to leave a bunch of jewels
and tell them not to string necklaces together whatever the weather
you'll smile child beguile them child defiled and running from the rule
istanbul won't know your name no fame here child
no fear child, you and your fling
caught in the swing of lindy hopping
fences to kiss in shadows never caught again child you'll soon begin
your reign child queens ruling in twain child
you have made a kingdom of your exile, the power's on your side child
take it in your stride child and
win
lindy's hip so skip town and dance until you find a crown or two child
kiss your bride and rule with style child
stay wild child
lindy's hip so skip school child
make your mother go wild child, caught behind the bike shed with style child
and smile when the teachers cry child they dialled the number for the
press but next weeks' bomb test takes precedence
meanwhile the textile factory's closing
papa's got no pay today they say the crocodile tears flooded
the aisle between machines and made the tiles slip
you skipped school for lindy fooling child
and now the court is ruling child they're putting you on trial child
ain't it wild
you just wanted to dance and swing child sing child
gonna be the king child now someones gonna ring your parents
they're running from a mile and hopping over turnstile
you turned style into a problem when you were caught
kissing miss priss behind the bike shed they can't reconcile girls with girls
it's a girls school not cool to leave a bunch of jewels
and tell them not to string necklaces together whatever the weather
you'll smile child beguile them child defiled and running from the rule
istanbul won't know your name no fame here child
no fear child, you and your fling
caught in the swing of lindy hopping
fences to kiss in shadows never caught again child you'll soon begin
your reign child queens ruling in twain child
you have made a kingdom of your exile, the power's on your side child
take it in your stride child and
win
lindy's hip so skip town and dance until you find a crown or two child
kiss your bride and rule with style child
stay wild child