They are Dancing

Dancing in the Street

Everywhere around the world they are dancing to a groovy beat.
There are smiling faces in higher places and lots of folks to meet.
It doesn’t matter where you are just as long as you are there.
So every boy and every girl clap your hands and take a whirl!
There is dancing and singing! They are dancing in the street.

Two guys are doing the mash! It is the monster mash!
With every thrust of their feet, there is a lightning flash.
When they stomp the ground there is a thunderous sound.
The earth starts to quake and people shake!
They are doing the mash! The monster mash.

Men are rising up when they hear his voice calling them by name.
From every nation in every land, he has broken every chain.
Jesus is calling and demons are falling from every man they claim.
They beam up like light piercing the night bringing new ones to the game.

Demons are crying as they fall out of men. They are looking for something to grab.
Round and round they go cursing God as they fall. They are angry at the Judge.
They want Jesus to put down the Book, but Jesus will not budge!
With every name he calls a body falls and men rise to STAND at his feet!
They are moving and grooving, swinging, and swaying and dancing in the golden street.

Who are those TWO doing the mash? They have swag and an awesome style!
One is the Father, and the other is the Son dusting up the Earth with a smile!
What’s so funny bright SON-sunny! What are you hiding in your hands!
I’m helping my Father reap the fields drawing spirits from all the lands.

You are stamping, leaping, and prancing, and your beat is making me move!
When you shake and bake you make the earth quake. What are you trying to prove?
I am collecting my pay for the work that I did. I must call each sheep by name.
When they hear my voice, they have no choice. They fly quickly to the Throne!
They hear the music! There’s Heavenly music! They start dancing in the street.

Every boy meets a girl. They hold hands and take a whirl.
There is dancing! Joyous dancing! Dancing in the golden street.
All the dancers have brand new shoes, Rings on their fingers and grooving at the news.
God is claiming ALL MEN He sees wandering in earthly streets.
I made them for my glory. They are part of My Life-Story. So I AM dancing!
My Son and I are dancing in the dusty fields below.

We love to MASH! It is a graveyard smash. When we stamp our feet there is a lightning flash. Thunder roars and the spirit soars. They come to dance and join the prance
To the FUN-ky beat of the Father and Son. They are dancing, people! Dancing in the street.

Reading these verses made me think of the old children's song "You Can't Get to Heaven on Roller Skates"

Here's a link to a video of a simple version that's often sung in Sunday Schools:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7Z1TjiYyD8

And here are some of the lyrics of the versions Boy Scouts use as a marching song:

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an old Ford car
'Cause an old Ford car won't get that far

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a ping pong ball
'Cause a ping pong ball is much too small

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a limousine
'Cause the Lord ain't got no gasoline

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Sabre Jet
'Cause the Lord ain't got no runways yet

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Girl Scout's arms
'Cause the Lord don't fall for those feminine charms

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a rocking chair
'Cause the Lord don't want no lazybones there

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a wicker chair
'Cause the Lord don't want no baskets there

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a biscuit tin
'Cause a biscuit tin's got biscuits in

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in an apple tree
'Cause an apple tree's got roots you see

Oh, you can't get to Heaven on roller skates
You'd roll right by them Pearly Gates

You'll never get to heaven in your girlfriend's bra
'Cause your girlfriend's bra can't stretch that far

Oh, you can't get to Heaven on a Honda bike
'Cause you'll get halfway, then you'll have to hike

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our row boat
'Cause our row boat won't even float.

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in dirty jeans
'Cause heaven's got no washing machines.

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a Kleenex box
'Cause God don't like no dirty snots.

Oh, you can't get to Heaven on a pair of skis
You'll shuss right through St. Peter's knees.

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in our Leader's pants
'Cause his pants are full of ants

Oh, you can't get to Heaven on water skis
'Cause the angels don't like hairy knees

Oh, you can't get to Heaven with powder and paint
'Cause it makes you look like what you ain't

Oh, you can't get to Heaven in a strapless gown
'Cause that gown thing might fall right down

Oh I want to go to heaven, and I want to do it right
So I'll go up to heaven all dressed in white

Oh one fine day, and it won't be long
You'll look for me, and I'll be gone

And if you get to heaven before I do
Just drill a hole and pull me through

But if I get to heaven before you do
I'll drill a hole and spit on you

Well if I get to heaven, before you do
I'll plug that hole, with shavings and glue

That's all there is, there is no more
St. Peter said, as he shut the door

Oh there's one more thing I forgot to tell
If you don't go to heaven, you'll go to...bed

And that's the end, St. Peter said
As he closed the gates, And went to bed.