Hey Emilie, you can't dance to the sound of a freight train running through your head.
Hey Emilie, you can't dance to the sound of a swarm of honey bees.
Hey Emilie, you can't dance to the sound of a side of bacon sizzling.
Ahhh, the Mother Hips. I always thought the lyric was the former ("can") on all accounts. Looking it up just now online, I was surprised to find I was wrong about this. And here I thought I bacon made everything better. Come to think of it, it's more likely that the Mother Hips are wrong (blasphemy, I know!), and the lyric should allow for bacon to make everything better. Unless they're being ironic.
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