We got no reservations
We're gonna let it all go
Get our eyes on heaven, a hand to the plow
and curse the devil below
Yeah we be callin' on the rumba king
and trakin' down the black sax man
We're gonna dance in the street 'till the cows come home
and there's revival in the land
Let's spin! everybody
Let's spin!
Hey everybody let's spin!
Let's spin right up to heaven again!
We'll do the shimmy shimmy shake,
the shing-a-ling, and the missionary stew
And if they punch us in the face, we're gonna
turn the other cheek
and do the cha-cha too
Come on! come on! get ready to rumble
Put the heat to the street
Cos' when the saints go marchin', the war is on
and there ain't no retreat
'Round and 'round and 'round we go
Dancin' to the Righteous Rag
We got all this and glory too
The best time we ever had!
We put our hands together
We're doin' curlys on the floor
We sweat like pigs, but it's a steady gig
That's why we're cryin' out for more
More! more! more!
We're gonna preach hell fire
and the Kingdom come
We're gonna love our neighbor as we love ourselves
And then we're gonna have some fun
So let's spin!
Everybody -- let's spin!
Come on, come one, come on, come on let's spin
We're gonna spin right up to heaven again!
My my my my my
Let's spin!
Hey everybody, let's spin!
We're gonna spin right up to heaven again!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let's spin!
Hey everybody, let's spin!
Hey everybody, let's spin!
Hey everybody, let's spin! right up to heaven again!
