Je Danse Le Mia

Intro:
You're crazy, I fear no one, I'll take you all here, one by one!

In the early 80s, I remember the nights
Where the vibe was hot and the guys would come in
Stan Smiths on their feet, cold look in their eyes
They scanned the room, three-quarter leather jacket rolled around their arms
Ray Bans on their heads, Tacchini tracksuits
For the classy ones, Nebuloni loafers
As soon as Cameo, Midnight Star passed by
SOS Band, Delegation, or Shalamar
Everyone would get up, circles would form
Dance contests would spontaneously happen everywhere
I offer you a journey back in time, via the planet Marseille

Chorus:
I dance the MIA
Hey DJ, play some Funk for us, so I can dance the MIA
I dance the MIA
Crank up the Pioneer to dance the MIA
I dance the MIA
Tonight the rings will shine to dance the MIA
I dance the MIA
Hey DJ, play some Funk for us, so I can dance the MIA

I dance the MIA until the party wobbles
A fight in the back and everyone scatters
We complained it was lame, that it sucked
The next Saturday we'd come back because we were so bored
I still hear the girls' laughter
Watching the R12 ballet in the parking lot
Inside, it was less rosy for them
"Hey cousin, you dance or I'll explode you?"
That's how everything escalated in fifteen minutes
The brother would show up: "hey, how are you talking to my sister?"
Come with me, we'll sneak away
Face to face, I'll smoke you behind the cypresses
And everything would be resolved or settled through dance
One would say, "kid, you have no chance"
Hey girls, my shoes shine, hop, a spin, I twist
I'll wreck you, you get dressed, and I dance the MIA
Like cars, it was the challenge
KUX 73 JM 120, my dude
From big thug to the biggest wimp
Hand on the wheel with the carpet
Pioneer sun visor on the rear windshield
Dédé and Valérie written big; on my dad!
The good old days when we'd take out the twelve on magic touch
We'd stick the red stripe on it like Starsky and Hutch
I had a long neck, Eric too, Malek coco
Marley cut, Pascal was a rasta with afros
On François and Joe already dancing next to them
No one could touch a thing
We'd dance the MIA

Chorus

DJ Speech:
Live on Radio Chacal, live duplex with Starflash
Laserline Hatchin club, it's right now, 3, 2, 1, DJ:
Thanks to all of you for still being with us tonight
at the New Starflash Lazerline Hatchin Club,
We're together tonight for a musical happiness evening
with a big dance contest.
Many great prizes for the lucky winners,
there will be Marlboro T-shirts, Pioneer stickers,
JB boxers, plush toys,
on the tech side it's Michel, the light jockey is Momo,
we climb on the tables, we raise our arms high,
let's go...

I dance the mia x2

I dance the mia, no fake stuff
Open shirt, gold chain shining
Slow movements, they took their time to connect
The moves they had crafted in their neighborhood
It was really too beautiful
One guy would nail it, everyone would shout: oh yeah, kid
The dance floor would ignite and all eyes would converge
Differences would fade and laughter would burst
Many said our parties were wild
And that we had to come back with a bat or an axe
Nonsense, those were jealous rumors
And no matter what they say, we had a lot of fun
Today, you can still hear girls say
Hayya, IAM, they dance the MIA.