DANCING QUEER (to the tune of Dancing Queen)
You look like Stig, you sing like Bjorn
Posters stuck up on your wall,
Ooh oo-ooh, money gone, buying records
The winner takes it all.
VERSE 1
Tuesday night in the UV light
Nothing better to do tonight
Let’s go down to the Flinders
Where the dancing’s great
or is it the amyl nitrate?
ABBA’s biggest mistake of course
was when they all got a quick divorce
Frida met a Swiss pri-ince
Bjorn married a blonde
Agnetha felt deeply wronged.
CHORUS
But you won’t let that worry you
when you meet ABBA fans
dancing queens, in our disco pants.
Choosing sides, Anna or Frida?, is our biggest rant, ooh yeah!
You look like Stig, you sing like Bjorn
You’ve memorised all the words,
You oo-ooh know the steps, every move
Everyone thinks we’re nerds.
VERSE 2
It’s hard to figure out all the mess
A complicated game of Chess
Will they get back together?
Will they come out here?
Don’t hold your breath, my dear.
CHORUS
But you won’t let that worry you
when you meet ABBA fans
Always searching for the next piece.
ABBA fans, buying up every re-release, ooh yeah!
You dance like Frida, you dress like Bjorn
You dream of meeting them too
Ooh oo-ooh go overseas, bump into them
They won’t want to speak to you.
Cotton Ward 