Burning Love

Slam, 

slum, run

over the fields and into the city

where 
the 
girls 
are 
so 
tall 
and the boys are so 
pretty.

Spin,         win,         sin

everyone welcome, everyone in!

To the city of noise, bang in 'n' trash in

a class sick tune, 

Ray sing in tempo

cha cha cha

Tra la la. 

West to East

Boys 

and 

girls 

yearning and gurning, as they feast

on the meat of their ticky tacky seat.

 Hello! No go,

lonely auld city

be quick with your feat,

run with the scrum,

step in, step out,

shake it all about.

That’s 

what 

it’s 

all 

ab

out.