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Nance Music Manifesto

This song is by Prima Donnas and appears on the album Drugs Sex And Discotheques (2001).

Rock was invented so the kids could get off
No more helpings of Skin-So-Soft
Applied to your penis when you're all alone
So so sad, but easy to condone
You know the teens need something to set them free
Push them to the very edge of ecstasy
You know that rock'n'roll did it
What? Forty years back?
Now we need something new to get us in the sack
It's 1998, I know
Keyboard music's gonna charge your soul
Nance music's gonna get you laid
Prima Donnas infect your brain
You need to get in someone's pants
You want to hit the floor and dance
Nance music's gonna get you laid
Prima Donnas infect your brain, now
Consider what we're doing a public service
Without us the kids would all be nervous,
Repressed, jittery, and all pent-up
Light the fuse and they fuck shit up
We diffuse their aggression with our sultry beats
Gettin' all the boys and girls beneath the sheets
Well, it's boy on boy, girl on girl
And every other combination in the world
It's 1998, I know
Keyboard music's gonna charge your soul
Nance music's gonna get you laid
Prima Donnas infect your brain
You need to get in someone's pants
You want to hit the floor and dance
Nance music's gonna get you laid
Prima Donnas infect your brain, now
I said, "More, more, faster, faster
More, more, faster, faster
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more"
Hit me, Jules
Rock was invented so the kids could get off
No more helpings of Skin-So-Soft
Applied to your penis when you're all alone
So so sad, but easy to condone
You know the teens need something to set them free
Push them to the very edge of ecstasy
You know that rock'n'roll did it
What? Forty years back?
Now we need something new to get us in the sack
It's 1998, I know
Keyboard music's gonna charge your soul
Nance music's gonna get you laid
Prima Donnas infect your brain
You need to get in someone's pants
You want to hit the floor and dance
Nance music's gonna get you laid
Prima Donnas infect your brain, now
I said, "More, more, faster, faster
More, more, faster, faster
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more"