Stranger is dead. Long live the beat. Leave your regrets Under your feet. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop on my account. Stranger is dead. Long live the beat. Hands in the air, Heat underneath. Stranger is dead. You heard what I said. We don't go home. We dance instead. Dance, dance. Dance instead. Dance, dance. Stranger is dead. Cheap perfume and a borrowed name, Nobody knew him. He came anyway. One more drink, one last request: “When I go, give me your best.” So turn it up. A little more. What's one more ghost On a crowded floor? A little respect. A little regret. A moment of silence... Not yet. Stranger is dead. Long live the beat. Hands in the air, Heat underneath. Stranger is dead. You heard what I said. We don't go home. We dance instead. Dance, dance. Dance instead. Dance, dance. Stranger is dead. Glass half empty, shirt undone. Swore that he'd stop after one. Left his jacket, left his tab. Best bad night he ever had. So turn it up. A little more. What's one more ghost On a crowded floor? (Oh no) There goes the life of the party. (So what?) The party's still alive. There goes the life of the party. One more. One more. One more time. Long live Long live Long live the beat. Stranger is dead. Move your feet. Stranger is dead. Long live the beat. Hands in the air, Heat underneath. Stranger is dead. You heard what I said. We don't go home. We dance instead. Dance, dance. Dance instead. Dance, dance. Stranger is dead. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop on my account. Dance, dance. Dance instead. Long live the beat. Stranger is dead. He would've wanted this. Probably.
