“Nothing ventured, nothing gained”
You tell a triple amputee
As you set him over land mines
On the back of a pony

“Take the plunge”
You tell a burn victim
As you push him to the mouth
Of a volcanic caldron

“Put up a brave front”
You tell a disfigured beauty
As you toss her out
To the paparazzi

“Chance favors the bold”
You tell a mopey loner
As you push his ass
Onto the dance floor

I don’t always like to tango
I don’t always like to waltz
I don’t always make moves
But when I do they’re false
I don’t always go to mixers
I don’t always cut in
But when I hit the floor
I always take it on the chin

“Be bold as brass”
You tell a boy in a bubble
As you roll him to the top
Of a pile of jagged rubble

“Show them what you’re made of”
You tell a patient on a gurney
As you take him to go see
A man about an autopsy

“Screw up your courage”
You tell a lump of ventricles
As you wind up and pitch it
Against a brick wall

“Keep a stiff upper lip”
You tell a lonely bachelor
As you trip him up
And he kisses the dance floor

I don’t always like to pop and lock
I don’t always like to jerk
I don’t always let loose
But when I do it’s work
I don’t always go to mixers
I don’t always cut in
But when I hit the floor
I always take it on the chin