When you don’t trust papa

And his happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy news paper

When you gotta have a second helping

Of chocolate coated para para para paranoia

Join the sticky clicking fingers

The cheerful flute of the strongman

Beaten down to become just another happy drum

Skip to the beat of a drum with no rhythm

This new dance

That everybody’s doing

The number one moves in written word

It tells you what you’ll be thinking

This new dance

Got everybody moving

Twist your mind for the big bad wolf

And keep you all guessing

It’s called the spin

Lets do the spin

Split up the weak from the strong sheep

Make them doubt themselves

Garnished with breadcrumbs of deceit

They’re just food for wolves

Ignore reason, relax, polarize to the pack (‘coz they can’t dance for shit)

Repeat their stupid lyrics, with your new enthusiasm

Ask not how wolves can hunt you, but how you can hunt for the wolves

This new dance

That everybody’s doing

The number one moves in written word

It tells you what you’ll be thinking

This new dance

Got everybody moving

Twist your mind for the big bad wolf

And keep them all guessing

It’s called the spin

Lets do the spin