He's hiding from his wife
What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the lights We're gonna have a party It's starting tonight Chorus: Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling The room is hot and that's good Some of my friends came by from the neighborhood The people startin' a climb the walls Ooh it looks like everybody is having a ball Chorus: Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Come on! Everybody start to lose control When the music is right If you see somebody hangin' around Don't get uptight The only thing we want to do tonight Is go 'round and 'round And turn upside down Come on! Let's get down! So come on! Let's get loose Don't hold back 'Cause ain't no use Hard to keep your feet on the ground 'Cause when we like to party We only want to get down Chorus: Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling (Scream, whistles) Say what? Can't stop now Just getting started Everybody clap your hands Come on Everybody let's dance Chorus: (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Baby, baby We gonna dance all night Till the broad daylight Keep on movin', keep on groovin' Oh yeah Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling (Begin fade) Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling...
I'll bet it was easy to do "Dancing on the Ceiling", as the ceiling was on the ground.
Coming soon to your local bus terminal...
You're once...twice...three times a martyr...
Useful idiot
Cat Stevens redux. he's probably a descendant of N. Africans. Prolly part libyan from his looks.
Feel it in your heart
And feel it in your soul
Let the madman in you take control
We're going to jihad
martyr, for virgins, forever
Come on and sing my song!
All night long! All night
All night long!
One good thing to come from this discord between cultures is less basketbal players are getting with their roots and renaming themselves after their North African ancestors. More Willie and less Abdul. I never figured out why they get all misty for the place that sold their ancestors into slavery.
Hello...is it me you're looking for?
Lionel Richie is so 1980's.
I'm confused.
BTW, maybe I now understand why his daughter is such a nutjob. (Nicole Richie, the Paris Hilton counterpart)
"Hello! Is it meee you'reeee lookin' for?"
No, Lionel. It really isn't. Back! Back to forced retirement where you live off residuals. RETRO LIONELA!
My first thought actually was, "Lionel Ritchie is alive?"
Has-beens belong together.
This was a brick...house
Yeah mighty might, Momar used to let it all hang out.
This was a brick...house
Yeah Reagan wacked it...that's a fact
Ain't holding nothing back
They are both celebrating the last time they had a'hit!'.