Lyrics Doin' The Jargow Jig

Give us a break, we're smiling pretty tonight
I've got a firm hand to shake
I'll try my best not to bite
I got existential breath and stretchy skin
And underneath there's one hell of a skeleton

My toes are itchin'
My heels are clickin'
But I might be the only one left who dances these days

Flip to the side, we'll share a blank we can't pin
We got nothin' left to hide
Except our pale complexion
Might get trapped inside a stereotype or two
They can call us what they wish, but we are few

If you want an instigator then I'll meet up with you later
On the village green
We'll cause a scene
Daddy dear will join us and we'll make a mighty chorus
With our battle cry
We'll never die

Hijacking the Sunday drums, our rhythm section made of bums
Will keep our beat, we'll start to move our feet
Then me and Mark and Scott will show the townies what we got
And do the Jargow Jig, with love so big