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Evil Weasel - Weasel Swing Society

When my weasely friend told me he was a swinger and invited me to a swinger party, I expected something very different. But upon arrival I realised my assless chaps weren't quite appropriate attire. I made do with my new found rear freedom and had a lot of fun dancing to swing, so I bring that fun to you. I'm just having a bit of fun for my own sake, got to firmly establish myself as more interesting than my bald counterpart. This song is AI and I am a part of the weasel Swing Society now Lyrics: Top hats tilted Tiny paws tap Velvet curtains Big band snap Midnight market in the alleyway Lantern glow on a broken crate Little masked faces in a secret ring Tailcoats shaking when the records spin Teacup saucers for their fancy drinks Dice in pockets, fur in kinks One gives a whistle, count it in Every whisker starts to grin Weasels dance, dance, dance On the tabletops, losing balance Tiny shoes, big-time groove Watch those rascals make a move Weasels dance, dance, dance Spinning circles, caught in trance Claws click fast, oh what a sight Weasels own the night One does a shuffle on a silver tray Another moonwalks through the hay Card tricks flash from a striped vest Coins on claws, “pick a hand, guess” Old gramophone with a crooked horn Crackling charm as the beat is born They hop in pairs, spin in threes Feathers stuck to their dusty knees Shh, humans passing by… Freeze—tails mid-air Button eyes wide, caught in the glare Door slams shut, footsteps fade Back to parade They slide on bottles, swing from ropes Kick-step chaos, crooked hopes One last chorus, one last fling Every weasel in full swing Weasels dance, dance, dance On the tabletops, losing balance Tiny shoes, big-time groove Watch those rascals make a move Weasels dance, dance, dance Spinning circles, caught in trance Claws click fast, oh what a sight Weasels own the night