Yea, at last! 
 
Punch the Air With Glory 
 
I tried to say 
Observed your point 
I could not understand 
Those Dancing girls will get us killed 
 
Punch the air 
You've failed your best 
Now dance your worst 
Now dance your death 
 
We've got the blues on their behalf 
God help us all 
God help the mass 
Punch the air there's nothing left 
Punch the air with glory glory 
 
Cuckoo cuckoo is their land 
We've got the blues on their behalf 
No more fever hits the land 
God help us all you've had your laugh  
 
Yea			 |