Oompah! Spin it up! Grandma’s hall with the wooden floor Brass band blarin’ through the door Skirts in motion, boots in time Beer foam high and spirits prime They said “Sit still, don’t cause a scene” I said “Have you heard this tambourine?” If the world feels stiff and tight Turn the volume up tonight Boom-pah, boom-pah, heartbeat strong You can’t shame what’s built for song Oompah rebel, spin it fast We don’t live in the quiet past Clap your hands, let the floorboards shake Joy’s a choice we get to make Oompah rebel, loud and proud Too much? Good. I like it loud. If you think we’re out of line Grab a partner — you’ll be fine Clarinet crying, trumpet shout All that tension dancing out You can keep your poker face We prefer a spinning pace Missouri nights and lantern glow German roots in the undertow Left one empire, built a band Freedom’s got a brass command Boom-pah, boom-pah, don’t you see? Discipline can’t cage the free Oompah rebel, heels on fire This is what we call desire Stomp it down, lift it high Let the stiff-necked wonder why Oompah rebel, shake the room Make a little breathing room If you’re told to tone it down Add another spinning round Okay hold up, let’s reset the floor Y’all thought polka couldn’t roar? Accordion bouncing like a heartbeat drum Tell the tight-laced critics “here we come” Great-great left with a suitcase thin Built a life with a tuba grin You can march in lines so straight I prefer a syncopated fate Boom-pah bass and a rebel flow Two-step fast but I steal the show Old world rules said “Stay in line” New world beat said “You’re divine” Spin the skirt, stomp the doubt That’s what freedom’s about If you’re weird and wired like me Welcome to the polka spree Oompah rebel, spin and shout Let the old shame tumble out Clap it twice and stomp it three Joy’s a form of liberty Oompah rebel, brass and beat Freedom’s got dancing feet If the past feels tight and small Turn the music up — that’s all Oompah! Spin it! Oompah! Win it!
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