Stop. Hammertime. Stop. Hammertime. Stop. Hammertime. It's hammertime whenever you want it to be, it's never time to go back to work. It's always hammertime, in hammer land.
The magic fades as the sun comes up, it’s time he goes A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it’s Teri Gross He takes her hand, spins her body just so He holds her close, they will never let go As the room explodes, they dance like angels
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A hand on his shoulder, he turns around: it’s Teri Gross
He takes her hand, spins her body just so
He holds her close, they will never let go
As the room explodes, they dance like angels
Dance, Soterios Johnson, dance
It’s a cold world, nobody understands
The feeling you can’t keep inside
Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can’t hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever.
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