Stop that beat ??

When we hear music
I think it is the beat
I’ve noticed I’m not the only one
Who cannot control my feet

Its as if they don’t  want to listen
To what I’m saying to my brain
“For goodness sake you’ll show me up, you look like you’re in pain”

I feel my shoes a-tapping
Then they get carried away
On no they have not heard
A single word that I did say

“Please stop this silly movement,
You are getting on my wick,
Everyone is watching you,
They think you look like a right prick”

Well at this point my arms & legs
Have joined in 
& My body is jumping around
I am roaring like a lion
Making one hell of a sound

Where on earth does this come from
You’d think I was on a stage
As I’m doing ‘John Travolta’ spins
& Throwing my arms up in a rage

Yikes, the rhythm gets faster
Can I actually bop any quicker?
‘Crikey moses’ wish they’d switch this off
I don’t want to appear any thicker

The juke box has just stopped
Phew ‘Thank the lord’ for that
I hurry off the spotlight
Looking like a mad drowned cat
“Come on home you’ve had enough,”
I drag myself towards the door
‘Dammit’ here we go again,
Another record is playing once more ?