Predominantly percussive prone, she's basically bereft      Of any sense of melody it's the beat that she likes best.      Trying to keep a straight face while the singer shakes his ass      She's wondering if it's natural or he learned to be that crass            But if it's got beat - and you can dance      If it's got beat - beat me      But if it's got beat - and you can dance      If it's got beat - beat me      Into submission            Standing on the dance floor like some tribal cinderella      She ain't looking for a woman, she ain't lookin' for a fella      If the music keeps on playing she'll be dancing till she dies      But the clown that's playing D.J. doesn't seem to realise...            But if it's got beat - and you can dance      If it's got beat - beat me      But if it's got beat - and you can dance      If it's got beat - beat me      Into submission            Well it all amounts to nothing all the words in all the songs      if the rhythm doesn't make it, then everything is wrong!            If it's got beat - and you can dance      If it's got beat - beat me      But if it's got beat - and you can dance      If it's got beat - beat me      Into submission