The apple now is sweet Oh much sweeter than it ought to be Another little bite I don't think there is much hope for me The sweat beneath her brow Travels all the way An' headin' south This bleedin' heart's cryin' Cause there's no way out
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, a little more next to me Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Dance until you can't dance no more, people. Then dance a little more. Heh heh.