Music and Lyrics by Alastair Moock ©1997 Moockshake Music
Mama, oh mama, let’s dance in the night
I’ve been left here since the dawn’s early light
Closing my eyes till I don’t have no sight
Waiting for you to come dance in the night
I’m waiting for you all alone here tonight
Writing these words by the night’s own dark light
Trying to woo you with art that’s not trite
But left in the rain with the pain of my plight
Mama, oh mama, let’s dance in the night
I’m hanging my jaw like a dog with no bite
I love you so much even though and despite
You’re not in my arms so something’s not right
I love you, I love you, down deep in my bones
A violent love like a film by the Coens
I’m riding your train like the Dead’s Casey Jones
And climbing your rocks like Sylvester Stallone
Mama, oh mama, let’s dance in the night
Your presense’s almost but my hurt is just quite
I’ve dropped to my knees and I smell kryptonite
My heart’s bleeding blood and my skin’s turning white
I’ve dropped to my knees and there isn’t much left
Lost all my weight so there isn’t much heft
I can’t really see and my hearing’s gone deaf
My olfactory’s gone and my lip’s become cleft
Mama, oh mama, let’s dance in the night
I’m searching for you like a lost parasite
Standing on corners like a whore transvestite
Waiting in caves like a good troglodyte
I’ll write you this poem ‘cuz, man, can I write
Like an A student, baby, I’m so erudite
I may not look smart but I’m really quite bright
I didn’t even look up the word troglodyte
Mama, oh mama, let’s dance in the night
I’m standing out here with my key and my kite
Standing as tall as I can for my height
Waiting to shake by your electric light
I’m standing and waiting and going insane
Searching for you, but I’m searching in vain
There’s tears in my eyes and my heart cloth is stained
From the ache of the pain and the drops of the rain
Mama, oh mama, let’s dance in the night
If only you’d show up, I’d be in delight
Like North Carolina, I’d be first into flight
And we’d dance in the sky till the dawn’s early light
But mama oh mama, let’s come to the end
I can’t make you mine by the strokes of my pen
And I can’t make you love me if that’s not your trend
But let’s dance in the night and at least we’ll pretend