Welcome to the interplanetary ballroom The only dance hall playing hits from the past Present and future temporal sectors simultaneously A little warning to all our dancers tonight who only perceive in three dimensions This next one is a bit of a doozle Dancefloor, cha cha cha Salsa, rumba Tango, mambo Bollero muy picante Spacetime, gravity Champagne, reality Move to the beat of the transcendental cha cha cha Right foot forward, spin to the left Look through time and witness your death Grab your partner by the hand and reveal to them the ultimate secret (The multiverse is getting colder, cooler) (Still every universe somehow got zumba) The likelihood of that is 10 billion, 3 million, 8 thousand 5 hundred, 28 to the power of 42 Jump back in line, transcendental cha cha time Forward, backward, take three steps Shimmy to the right, witness the void Void's got style, void's can dance Void wears tearaway pants The void consumes all realities Which includes up till now 7 billion belinis But if you're too scared to dance Don't worry, just relax Close your eyes, open your mind Brace yourself and clap three times Somewhere out there, there's a planet just like yours A perfect carbon copy with a you that looks identical That looks and lives and breathes exactly just like you Except for one big difference is you is not shit scared to hit the- Dancefloor, cha cha cha Salsa, rumba Tango, mambo Fandango caliente! Spacetime, gravity Champagne, reality Move to the beat of the transcendental cha cha cha Slide to the left, witness perfection Slide to the right, nothing means anything Or anything means nothing, I get them mixed up Either way a reason to shake your butt-butt Second verse now, you're doing pretty well Following the beat, it can be hell The bridge, outro Double chorus, every possibility All playing simutanelously Sometimes this song sounds like- Sometimes this song sounds like- Lucky that today the you that's here Perceives a song that sound like cha cha Infinity is a long time Especially when you're waiting in the drinks line Existential thoughts assail ya At least now you got a margarita Now it's a dog, now it's a cat It's everything and nothing, it's a baseball bat Suddenly you're standing on a alien planet Where cocktails haven't been invented yet (goddammit) (Blink) Now you're an old french dandy (Blink) Now you're made of cotton candy (Blink) Now you're back in the club, a little less scared to shake your rump Now you can see what we see Now that you've been where we've been The music's always playing, from the start till end of time It's always playing in your mind don't let it twist up your inside (We can't stop the band from jamming in every reality) (They're playing rock, they're playing trance) (They're playing a string symphony) (But this is the only time in existence that we ever know so far) (That the song has sounded anything like a cha cha) Hit the dancefloor, cha cha cha Salsa, rumba Tango, mambo Ricardo dobrando minha mente Spacetime, gravity Champagne, reality Move to the beat of the transcendental cha cha cha (The multiverse is getting colder, cooler) (Still every universe somehow got zumba) Expand your music repertoire and eat your caviar like a neutron star Transcedental cha cha cha