Story Behind the Song
Everyone dressed comfortably for this recording session, especially Noel, who was wearing a bathrobe.
Lyrics
Old song, we all sang, we all mind to dance all night (Or, we all mean to dance all night, depending)Fiddle on, Fiddle hand, Fiddle got the feet and the universe danced
Old song, we all sang, we all mean to dance all night, Drummer man, drummer hand, drummer got the beat and the universe cracked.
Hold on, Sweet old Lizzie, It's the Swang time that we move to, Beat on Down,(undecipherable), Embrace your sweet life (at least that's what I always sing), When (or where) we live life like in the movies.
Had enough, Dave went back home, to eat some ham and mow the lawn.
Like (?) to move their dented ass, they sit and stare through a frosty glass.
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