Golden Ratio

You just want an excuse to dance
Any cheap reason will do
Who am I to disagree?

I’ve tried to find the pattern
Golden ratio of song
Composed melodic algorithms
To find what I’ve been doing wrong

But no one listens to the lyrics
Søren Kierkegaard in drag
And every victory is pyrrhic
But this one’s surely in the bag

I finally understand

You just want an excuse to dance
Any cheap reason will do
Who am I to disagree?

You just want an excuse to dance
How could I deny it to you
When there’s two of you and me

We all want to be the poet
Lifting hearts across the globe
Strolling minstrels inchoate
Caressing all kinds of frontal lobes

So you string some words together
And stir in a pounding beat
Then you wonder as to whether
It will move hearts as well as feet

I finally understand

You just want an excuse to dance
Any old reason will do
Who am I to get in between?

You just want an excuse to dance
Well, if the music’s moving you
How could I even disagree

You just want an excuse to dance
Any good reason will do
Who am I to say you’re wrong?

You just want an excuse to dance
Well that makes two of me and you
I was on your side all along

Well here is your excuse to dance
We’ve found an excuse to dance
Who needs an excuse to dance
When you’ve got every other song