Let’s dance it out tonight.
Shake the tail feathers,
Discard the clip-on tie,
Drink wine from the bottle.
You don’t need that name-tag on.
Here, your name is Freedom,
With a capital F for Fuck yes!

Let’s dance it out tonight.
That pile of papers would
Make for great confetti,
Fake snow, let’s pretend
It’s Christmas now, here’s
A gift – no work tomorrow!
Let the computers sleep.

Let’s dance it out tonight.
I’ll sing with you, forget
That you periodically cough
On my keyboard. You’re my
Mate now, and it’s all of us on
The sixth floor, hungry for more
Beer, more wine, more time.