These days it's hard to get rays
To the dark side of your moon
It takes days but you'd be amazed
If you made a little room
And somehow if you try for it now
You could make a little room
With a push from your cocoon
And Quentin Blake illustrates
Your world of pure imagination
Where Francis Drake navigates
A storm of slowly forming nations
But the kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
The kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
If you get the chance
Find a hole to fall right into
But the kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
These days it's hard to not get praised
If you feign a little gloom
But somehow if you try something now
It could clear small room
If you break from your cocoon
And Quentin Blake illustrates
Your world of pure imagination
Where Francis Drake navigates
A storm of slowly forming nations
But the kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
The kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
As if by chance
The road ahead will rise to meet you
And the kids don't dance
The kids don't dance
And if you wake up on the wrong side of your bed
And you don't know where to start
And you can't shut out the voices in your head
Then we won't be far apart
And Quentin Blake illustrates
Your world of pure imagination
You're Francis Drake on Golden Lake
In a storm of too much information
But the kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
The kids don't dance
The kids don't dance the way they used to
If they get the chance
The kids might dance to what they're into
But the kids won't dance
No, the kids won't dance the way they used to