If I can’t Dance, It’s Not My Revolution

Lyrics by Simen Tanggård and Kell Martin

 
 

If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution
If I can’t polka, I don’t want your constitution
If I can’t drink, I need another solution
‘Cause guns without polka is not amusing

A revolution is not a dinner party, I know
But right after the first stone I throw
I can’t seem to think about that people will die
At the Bourgeoisie funeral you don’t have to cry

Oh, and I play in a band
Our guitarist is naked and usually tanned
Politicians say we don’t give a damn
But they’re always brought down by the working man

If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution
If I can’t polka, I don’t want your constitution
If I can’t drink, I need another solution
‘Cause guns without polka is not amusing

If there won’t be dancing, I’m not coming
If there won’t be polka-punk, I’m not the one that’s strumming
Let’s celebrate the people’s victory
And dance the Mamushka, ‘cause now we’re free

Oh, I play in a band
Our drummer is offbeat and usually smashed
Politicians say we don’t give a damn
But they’re always brought down by the working man

If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution
If I can’t polka, I don’t want your constitution
If I can’t drink, I need another solution
‘Cause guns without polka is not amusing

If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution
If I can’t polka, I don’t want your constitution
If I can’t drink, I need another solution
‘Cause guns without polka is not amusing

If I can’t dance, it’s not my revolution
If I can’t polka, I don’t want your constitution
If I can’t drink, I need another solution
‘Cause guns without polka is not amusing