You know I don't like dancin'
An' I don't like to bop
Too much movement's exertion
Makes me wish I could drop
Dro' dro' dro' dro' dro' dro' drop
An' I don't like french kissin'
Cos you swallow my tongue
And you think that you're oh so very old
You only want me 'cos you think I'm so young
Yo' yo' yo' yo' yo' yo' young
All right
Ok
No way
An' I wish I was sixteen again
Then things would be such fun
All the things I'd do would be the same
But they're much more fun
Than when you're twenty wo' wo' wo' wo' wo' one
All right
Ok
No way
An' I hate modern music
Disco boogie pop
They go on an' on an' on an' on an' on
How I wish they would stopCan you hear the forest sing?
On a breath of damiana it calls his name
Seduced by his spirit once again
Cloven hooves beat upon the earth
He comes to us from Arcadia through the trees
The rush of his force felt upon the breeze
He comes on hooves of goat
He comes with songs that float on the wind
Let your senses know of him
Feel the earth it trembles underneath shaggy thighs
The sky is afire from his flashing eyes
If a nymph I’d follow him
Be a match for his wild carousing and bestial ways
And in the woods I too would play