Fat Sams Dancing Place

there’s a special little door at the bottom of our street that only can be seen by those with dancing feet for those not in the know it’s just a wall of bricks but you should see what happens in response to soft shoe kicks there’s a little misty shimmer then a transparent space and suddenly you’re through to fat sam’s dancing place a multi dimensional happening lodged between hyper spatial nodes or just in plain english a dimensional criss cross roads you can dance a hoochie with an alien life form bipedal hominoids are here just not the norm they are dancing on the ceiling on all the walls and floor at fat sam’s dancing place up and down don’t matter any more the room stretches on for ever yet really its so small if fact some of us think it isn’t really there at all oh i’m in seventh heaven rocking to an alien rave when push comes to shove i’m just a jive addicted slave when its time to leave just thinking it does the trick the slightest little tremor and you’re outside that wall of brick sometime i even wonder if things are as they seem or is it just a fantasy and i am in a dream fat sam’s dancing place where alien life forms meet thrugh that special little door at the bottom of our street