Let's spin.

Well, we got no reservations, we're gonna let it all go,
We, get our eyes on heaven, a hand to the plough, and curse the devil below,
Yeah, we'll be calling on the rumba king and tracking down the black sax man,
We're gonna dance in the street 'til the cows come home, and there's revival in the land.

Let's spin,
Everybody, let's spin,
Hey everybody, let's spin,
We're gonna spin right up to Heaven again.

We'll do the shimmy-shimmy shake, the shing-a-ling, and the missionary stew,
And if they punch us in the face, we're gonna turn the other cheek and do the cha-cha too,
Come on, come on,
Be ready to rumble, put the heat to the street,
'Cause when the saints go marching the war is on, and there ain't no retreat.

So, let's spin,
Everybody, let's spin,
Hey everybody, let's spin,
Let's spin right up to Heaven again..

'Round and 'round, and 'round we go,
We're dancing to the righteous rag,
We got all this and glory too,
The best time we ever had.

We put our hands together, we're doing curlys on the floor,
We sweat like pigs, but it's a steady gig, that's why we're cryin' out for more,
More, more, more.
We're gonna preach hell fire and the kingdom come,
We're gonna love our neighbour as we love ourselves, and then we're gonna have some fun.

So, let's spin,
Everybody, let's spin,
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, let's spin,
We're gonna spin right up to Heaven again,
My, my, my, my, my, let's spin,
Hey everybody, let's spin,
Hey everybody, let's spin,
We're gonna spin right up to Heaven again,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let's spin,
Hey everybody, let's spin,
Hey everybody, let's spin,
Hey everybody, let's spin right up to Heaven again.