Transcendational cha cha cha

Welcome to the interplanetary ballroom The only dance hall playing hits from the past, present and future Temporal sector psychotaneously A little warning to all our dancers tonight Who only perceive in three dimensions This next one's a bit of a doozie Dance floor (cha-cha-cha) Salsa (rumba), tango (mambo) Bolero 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 head and reveal to them the ultimate secret The multiverse is getting colder, cooler Still, every universe somehow got Zumba The likelihood of that is ten, billion, three million 8, 528 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 can dance Void wears tearaway pants The void consumes all realities Which includes up 'til now seven 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 you that looks identical That looks like and lives and breathes exactly just like you Except for one big difference, this you is not shit scared to Hit the dance floor (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 can be hell The bridge, outro, double chorus, every possibility All playing simultaneously Sometimes this song, it sounds like Sometimes this song, it sounds like (la-la) Lucky that today, the you that's here Perceives a song that sounds like cha-cha Infinity is a long time Especially when you're waiting in the drinks line Existential thoughts assail you At least now you got a margarita But 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 an 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 (la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) Now you can see what we see Now that you've been where we've been The music's always playing, from the start 'til the 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 dance floor (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 universe is getting colder, cooler (transcendental cha-cha-cha) Still every planet somehow got Zumba (transcendental cha-cha-cha) Expand your music repertoire And eat your caviar like a neutron star (transcendental cha-cha-cha)