I want to dance on the hill With a loaf of bread And some chicken wings To the music of Grace Jones. I want to dance off the building. I love the lady in rags. But where is he now? No longer Top of the Pops. No longer Trad Dad. I want to dance off the building. The little dog gets around. He searches every thing. He pulled his pants down in the market. And the orange faces turned red. I want to dance off the building