Someone's knockin' at the doorHad Paul's life become so insulated that he couldn't get out of the chair and open the damn door himself? He then lists the people who are knocking at the door that he wants you to let in, from sister Suzie to brother John, Martin Luther to Phil and Don (ooh, a civil rights leader and the Everly Brothers, who have so much in common). Then repeat ad nauseum.
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Someone's knockin' at the door
Somebody's ringin' the bell
Do me a favor, open the door and let 'em in
Everybody gonna dance tonightImagine a new songwriter trying to sell that to a singer or label. They'd be thrown out of the office. But, in Paul's case, it's his office, dead or not.
Everybody gonna feel all right
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
Everybody gonna dance around
Everybody gonna hit the ground
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
Well you can come on to my place if you want to
You can do anything you want to do
Everybody gonna dance tonight
Everybody gonna feel all right
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
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