Punch The Air With Glory

I tried to say

Observed your point

I could not understand

Those Dancing girls will get us killed

Punch the air

You've failed your best

Now dance your worst

Now dance your death

We've got the blues on their behalf

God help us all

God help the mass

Punch the air there's nothing left

Punch the air with glory glory

Cuckoo cuckoo is their land

We've got the blues on their behalf

No more fever hits the land

God help us all you've had your laugh