"Dance Dance American Revolution" lyrics
(feat. The Stupendium & Raymy Krumrei)
"Sir! A danceagram from George Whazington!"
"The British are coming? What does that mean?"
"Hey! Lobsters! What do you think you're doing?"
"Minding our own business, you yuppy Yanks!"
"Like you ought to be doing!"
"Your fort's on our land. Get back on your side o' the pond!"
"This is the King's land, and your ugly eyesore of a fort is intruding upon it."
"Then tell your king to come and take it!"
"What did you just say?!"
"I don't think they heard us..."
"We'd better send them a dancegram."
You and your squad of redcoat clods
Aren't welcome on our land
Pack up your bags and drop your flags
Before we throw some hands!
Go tell the king the tea you bring
Is sinking in the bay!
"-our revolution starts today..."
So, this burgeoning bumpkin brigade
Has rebelled against the crown...
Have our boats launch a naval blockade
We will thwart their ports and shut their harbors down!
Dance! Dance! The revolution's knocking at the door!
Move! Move! The enemy is scheming up an encore!
Step! step for king and country! Settle up the score!
Shake! Shake your hardest cause the battle's raging...
While we're waging all-out war!
"Those hoity-toity tea-bagging bungholes have us holed up in here!"
"I'll prepare the white flag-"
"Belay that! We're calling in the big guns!"
"N'ayez crainte ! L'armée française est venue à votre secours, bande de misérables !"
"Can we get a different one?"
Word on the street's you're being beat
And want some sweet revenge...
Well, no one detests those English pests
As strongly as the French!
Let's form a pact to force them back
With France's finest boats
And blowww someholes in those red coats!
"Well, why didn't you say so?"
"Welcome to the cause, our quirky, cheese-eating compatriot!"
It appears that our greatest of fears
Have occurred to turn the tide...
Our colonies are all calling marquis
And the kicker is, that France is on their side!
"Egad! Those rebellious rapscallions are indeed fraternizing with the French!"
"I'll send word to the King-"
"Negative! This matter is of grave importance. It must be delivered in person."
Run! Run! The revolution's knocking at the door!
Swim! Swim! The enemy is scheming up an encore!
Ride! Ride! For king and country! Settle up the score!
Fly! Fly! You're out of time! The battle's raging...
While we're waging all-out war!
"Your Highness! Word from the Americas!"
"Ugh, your accent is horrendous!"
"Sorry, my liege. I'll have that checked out."
"Stupendous... Now shouldn't you be off dying in a war somewhere?"
"I have an important message from the frontlines!"
"And? Spit it out already!"
"With the FRENCH?! Ohh, I'm feeling faint...!"
"Don't touch me."
So, France thinks they can butt in on my imperial action...
Well those frog-leg-licking dip sticks won't receive the satisfaction!
Take a letter to our leaders in the field and every fort:
Philadelphia will fall while Albany bleeds all support!
Oh, Saratoga's not our target, though we'll take Savannah, too
True, New York city's itty bitty, but we need the Hudson through
So have the hessians lead ingression into Trenton to suppress
Their messy, aggression-fueled secession — any questions?
ER, YES-
"...can you slow that a bit down for me?"
"Ugh! Out of my way, you pea-headed pauper! I'll send it myself!"
"Did the King of England just butt-dial us?"
"I think he sent these to the wrong number..."
"Bloomin' onions! The rebels have intercepted our battle plans!"
"Quickly! Send word to our troops!"
"Alert General Whazington!"
"TELL EVERYBODY!"
Dance! Dance! The revolution's knocking at the door!
Move! Move! The enemy is scheming up an encore!
Step! Step for king and country! Settle up the score!
Shake! Shake your hardest cause the battle's raging...
While we're waging all-out war
"The British are coming? What does that mean?"
"Hey! Lobsters! What do you think you're doing?"
"Minding our own business, you yuppy Yanks!"
"Like you ought to be doing!"
"Your fort's on our land. Get back on your side o' the pond!"
"This is the King's land, and your ugly eyesore of a fort is intruding upon it."
"Then tell your king to come and take it!"
"What did you just say?!"
"I don't think they heard us..."
"We'd better send them a dancegram."
You and your squad of redcoat clods
Aren't welcome on our land
Pack up your bags and drop your flags
Before we throw some hands!
Go tell the king the tea you bring
Is sinking in the bay!
"-our revolution starts today..."
So, this burgeoning bumpkin brigade
Has rebelled against the crown...
Have our boats launch a naval blockade
We will thwart their ports and shut their harbors down!
Dance! Dance! The revolution's knocking at the door!
Move! Move! The enemy is scheming up an encore!
Step! step for king and country! Settle up the score!
Shake! Shake your hardest cause the battle's raging...
While we're waging all-out war!
"Those hoity-toity tea-bagging bungholes have us holed up in here!"
"I'll prepare the white flag-"
"Belay that! We're calling in the big guns!"
"N'ayez crainte ! L'armée française est venue à votre secours, bande de misérables !"
"Can we get a different one?"
Word on the street's you're being beat
And want some sweet revenge...
Well, no one detests those English pests
As strongly as the French!
Let's form a pact to force them back
With France's finest boats
And blowww someholes in those red coats!
"Well, why didn't you say so?"
"Welcome to the cause, our quirky, cheese-eating compatriot!"
It appears that our greatest of fears
Have occurred to turn the tide...
Our colonies are all calling marquis
And the kicker is, that France is on their side!
"Egad! Those rebellious rapscallions are indeed fraternizing with the French!"
"I'll send word to the King-"
"Negative! This matter is of grave importance. It must be delivered in person."
Run! Run! The revolution's knocking at the door!
Swim! Swim! The enemy is scheming up an encore!
Ride! Ride! For king and country! Settle up the score!
Fly! Fly! You're out of time! The battle's raging...
While we're waging all-out war!
"Your Highness! Word from the Americas!"
"Ugh, your accent is horrendous!"
"Sorry, my liege. I'll have that checked out."
"Stupendous... Now shouldn't you be off dying in a war somewhere?"
"I have an important message from the frontlines!"
"And? Spit it out already!"
"With the FRENCH?! Ohh, I'm feeling faint...!"
"Don't touch me."
So, France thinks they can butt in on my imperial action...
Well those frog-leg-licking dip sticks won't receive the satisfaction!
Take a letter to our leaders in the field and every fort:
Philadelphia will fall while Albany bleeds all support!
Oh, Saratoga's not our target, though we'll take Savannah, too
True, New York city's itty bitty, but we need the Hudson through
So have the hessians lead ingression into Trenton to suppress
Their messy, aggression-fueled secession — any questions?
ER, YES-
"...can you slow that a bit down for me?"
"Ugh! Out of my way, you pea-headed pauper! I'll send it myself!"
"Did the King of England just butt-dial us?"
"I think he sent these to the wrong number..."
"Bloomin' onions! The rebels have intercepted our battle plans!"
"Quickly! Send word to our troops!"
"Alert General Whazington!"
"TELL EVERYBODY!"
Dance! Dance! The revolution's knocking at the door!
Move! Move! The enemy is scheming up an encore!
Step! Step for king and country! Settle up the score!
Shake! Shake your hardest cause the battle's raging...
While we're waging all-out war
