Welcome to the interplanetary ballroom
The only dance hall playing hits from the past
Present and future temporal sectors simultaneously
A little warning to all our dancers tonight who only perceive in three dimensions
This next one is a bit of a doozle
Dancefloor, cha cha cha
Salsa, rumba
Tango, mambo
Bollero muy picante
Spacetime, gravity
Champagne, reality
Move to the beat of the transcendental cha cha cha
Right foot forward, spin to the left
Look through time and witness your death
Grab your partner by the hand and reveal to them the ultimate secret
(The multiverse is getting colder, cooler)
(Still every universe somehow got zumba)
The likelihood of that is 10 billion, 3 million, 8 thousand
5 hundred, 28 to the power of 42
Jump back in line, transcendental cha cha time
Forward, backward, take three steps
Shimmy to the right, witness the void
Void's got style, void's can dance
Void wears tearaway pants
The void consumes all realities
Which includes up till now 7 billion belinis
But if you're too scared to dance
Don't worry, just relax
Close your eyes, open your mind
Brace yourself and clap three times
Somewhere out there, there's a planet just like yours
A perfect carbon copy with a you that looks identical
That looks and lives and breathes exactly just like you
Except for one big difference is you is not shit scared to hit the-
Dancefloor, cha cha cha
Salsa, rumba
Tango, mambo
Fandango caliente!
Spacetime, gravity
Champagne, reality
Move to the beat of the transcendental cha cha cha
Slide to the left, witness perfection
Slide to the right, nothing means anything
Or anything means nothing, I get them mixed up
Either way a reason to shake your butt-butt
Second verse now, you're doing pretty well
Following the beat, it can be hell
The bridge, outro
Double chorus, every possibility
All playing simutanelously
Sometimes this song sounds like-
Sometimes this song sounds like-
Lucky that today the you that's here
Perceives a song that sound like cha cha
Infinity is a long time
Especially when you're waiting in the drinks line
Existential thoughts assail ya
At least now you got a margarita
Now it's a dog, now it's a cat
It's everything and nothing, it's a baseball bat
Suddenly you're standing on a alien planet
Where cocktails haven't been invented yet (goddammit)
(Blink)
Now you're an old french dandy
(Blink)
Now you're made of cotton candy
(Blink)
Now you're back in the club, a little less scared to shake your rump
Now you can see what we see
Now that you've been where we've been
The music's always playing, from the start till end of time
It's always playing in your mind don't let it twist up your inside
(We can't stop the band from jamming in every reality)
(They're playing rock, they're playing trance)
(They're playing a string symphony)
(But this is the only time in existence that we ever know so far)
(That the song has sounded anything like a cha cha)
Hit the dancefloor, cha cha cha
Salsa, rumba
Tango, mambo
Ricardo dobrando minha mente
Spacetime, gravity
Champagne, reality
Move to the beat of the transcendental cha cha cha
(The multiverse is getting colder, cooler)
(Still every universe somehow got zumba)
Expand your music repertoire and eat your caviar like a neutron star
Transcedental cha cha cha
