Dancing Razors

Words by Bryon Bowers

I Danced with you By the old oak tree Razor in your hand You were trying to cut me Once on the wrist We did the twist I ran so fast Little red drops On the nurse tile floor [Chorus] There’s a Dancing Kid By the old oak tree Razor in his hand He’s trying to kill me Ran so fast I forgot me Way back there At the old oak tree How did I get there? I don't recall Either he was crazy Or I was rude Wonder what happened To that crazy dude [Chorus] There’s a Dancing Kid By the old oak tree Razor in his hand He’s trying to kill me Ran so fast I forgot me Way back there At the old oak tree My first friend His name was Oscar His clothes were tattered Just like mine We hung out at recess We talked of life Built a teepee He took a wife They Lived a long feathered life [Chorus] There’s a Dancing Kid By the old oak tree Razor in his hand He’s trying to kill me Ran so fast I forgot me Way back there At the old oak tree Then one day Came the crazy kid He took out his dad’s razor He cut me on the wrist We circled the tree Mad max style Then Instinct kicked in It was him or me By the old oak tree [Chorus] There’s a Dancing Kid By the old oak tree Razor in his hand He’s trying to kill me Ran so fast I forgot me Way back there At the old oak tree

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