Paul McCartney - Gotta Sing Gotta Dance

People call me a stick-in-the-mud But it's certainly not true Who could call me a stick-in-the-mud When I polish my tonsils Put on my dancing shoes? When I get that feeling at the end of my toes Gonna go in a trance I get an itchy feeling at the end of my nose Gotta sing, gotta dance Gotta sing, gotta dance Though there may not be much time for romance Gotta sing, gotta dance I'm gotta sing, I'm gotta dance (ah) When I hear that old train whistle blow Or an oceanliner getting ready to go Like a runaway horse, I'm unable to stop I can feel my feet go clippity-clop (clippity-clop) Unable to stop (so don't stop) Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop, don't stop, please don't Don't stop, don't stop, please don't Don't stop, don't stop, please don't Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Don't stop, don't stop Please don't, don't stop Please don't, don't stop Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't stop, don't stop (Gotta sing) I gotta sing (Gotta dance) I gotta dance (Though there may not be) oh, yeah (Time to take a) takin' a chance (Gotta sing) gotta sing, yes sir (Gotta dance) i've gotta dance, you know I have (I've gotta sing) gotta sing, and you know what? (I've gotta dance)