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By now the room was moving
And Queenie set to pounce
The gang at last
Was grooving fast
Progressing ounce by ounce
She knew that Burrs could harm her
But she was feelin' strange
So through the wine
She drew the line and said
Time to make a change
Queenie
Kate
Burrs
Black
The night was moving forward
Not back
Not back
Then with no inhibition
Went Kate to conquer all
She fought to win
She zeroed in
To see who'd bag the ball
And Black took his position
To swiftly take the floor
They'd start the dance
He'd get his chance
In just one minute more
Queenie
Burrs
Black
Kate
And what was the order of business?
Some love
Some hate
They formed the figuration
They poured it down the hatch
And one wrong turn
The whole place would burn
But who would strike the match?
Who would strike the match?
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?