It’s Murder on the Dance Floor

In honour of Salsabum’s ‘momentary loss of bowel control’ at Salsa last night, I have reworded Sophie Ellis-Bextor’s classic dance anthem as a tribute to her dancefloor clearing ‘accident’ that left me and twenty others, gasping for air. The moral to this story is twofold. Don’t salsa whilst on a daily diet of prune juice or with a friend who writes a public blog.

Oh, I know I know I know I know I know I know
About your wind
And so and so and so and so and so and so
My nose hair has been singed

If you think it’s going away
She will prove you wrong
It’ll take your breath away
God, what is that pong?
hear me when I say
Hey

It's murder on the dancefloor
Coz Salsabum killed the groove
It's murder on the dancefloor
The stinker should be removed
She’s gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh I know I know I know I know I know I know
There may be others
And so and so and so and so and so and so
I’ll just have to pray

If you think it’s going away
She will prove you wrong
She’ll take your breath away
The odour is so strong
It’ll blow you all away
Hey