The Safety Bellydance
by Frater Beklor, with apologies to Men Without Hats

You can dance if you want to
We'll sit in the corner and drum
We'll keep the beat while you move your feet
'Cause we're just here to watch your bum

We can play Chiftiteli
We can Maqsuum like we're on meth
But we don't Beladi, 'cause if you ask me
That beat's been beaten to death

And you can dance (and zill!)

*musical interlude with some zilling.*

You can dance where you want to
In your period Turkish clothes
With your dreadlocked 'do and your henna tattoos
And a chain from your ear to your nose

You can dance if you want to
In a pub or around a fire
And we'll bang our drums 'til the dawn light comes
(Or at least until our hands get tired.)

Sayyy... Bellydance, bellydance
Tribal or traditional style
Bellydance, bellydance
It always makes the audience smile
Bellydance, bellydance
Do that cool thing with your hands
Bellydance, bellydance
In your poofy silk harem pa-aaants

It's the bellydance! The bellydance! The bellydance!

You can dance if you want to
Make it fast or make it slow
We'll follow your lead, you decide the speed
Or we can keep you on your toes (heh heh)...

You can dance if you want to
We'll sit in the corner and drum
We'll keep the beat while you move your feet
'Cause we're just here to watch your bum

Sayyy... Bellydance, bellydance
In tribal or traditional style
Bellydance, bellydance
It always makes the audience smile
Bellydance, bellydance
Do that cool thing with your hands
Bellydance, bellydance
In your poofy silk harem pa-aaants

It's the bellydance! The bellydance! The bellydance... etc.