When The Mode Of The Music Changes - The Fugs

He who does not dance neither shall he eat

He who does not prance neither shall he drink

He who won’t romance neither can he think

He who does not dance neither shall he eat

You can have the men who make the laws

You can have the men who make the laws

You can have the men who make the laws

Give me the music makers

When beauty barks I heel

When beauty barks I heel

When beauty barks I heel

When beauty barks I heel

Beware a man who is not moved by sound

Beware a man who is not moved by sound

Beware a man who is not moved by sound

He’ll drag you to the ground

Drag you to the ground

Come dance with me come dance with me in Johnson’s land

Come dance with me and we’ll beat that hooary band

Music have alarums to wild the civil breast

Music have alarums to wild the civil breast

Music have alarums to wild the civil breast

It does not bring me rest

It does not bring me rest

But in the bitter end

This wildness brings me rest

I sleep in the eye of the storm

And in the startling end

Bluewhiteness makes me calm

I dream in the eye of the wind