Transcendental Cha Cha Cha

Welcome to the interplanetary ballroom
The only dance hall playing hits from the past, present and future
Temporal sector psychotaneously
A little warning to all our dancers tonight
Who only perceive in three dimensions
This next one's a bit of a doozie

Dance floor (cha-cha-cha)
Salsa (rumba), tango (mambo)
Bolero muy picante
Spacetime (gravity), champagne (reality)
Move to the beat of the transcendental cha-cha-cha

Right foot forward, spin to the left
Look through time and witness your death
Grab your partner by the head and reveal to them the ultimate secret
The multiverse is getting colder, cooler
Still, every universe somehow got Zumba

The likelihood of that is ten, billion, three million
8,528 to the power of 42
Jump back in line, transcendental cha-cha time
Forward, backward, take three steps
Shimmy to the right, witness the void
Void's got style, void can dance

Void wears tearaway pants
The void consumes all realities
Which includes up 'til now seven billion belinis
But if you're too scared to dance, don't worry, just relax
Close your eyes, open your mind
Brace yourself and clap three times

Somewhere out there, there's a planet just like yours
A perfect carbon copy with you that looks identical
That looks like and lives and breathes exactly just like you
Except for one big difference, this you is not shit scared to

Hit the dance floor (cha-cha-cha)
Salsa (rumba), tango (mambo)
Fandango caliente
Spacetime (gravity), champagne (reality)
Move to the beat of the transcendental cha-cha-cha

Slide to the left, witness perfection
Slide to the right, nothing means anything
Or anything means nothing, I get them mixed up
Either way, a reason to shake your butt-butt
Second verse now, you're doing pretty well
Following the beat can be hell

The bridge, outro, double chorus, every possibility
All playing simultaneously
Sometimes this song, it sounds like
Sometimes this song, it sounds like (la-la)
Lucky that today, the you that's here
Perceives a song that sounds like cha-cha

Infinity is a long time
Especially when you're waiting in the drinks line
Existential thoughts assail you
At least now you got a margarita
But now it's a dog, now it's a cat
It's everything and nothing, it's a baseball bat

Suddenly you're standing on an alien planet
Where cocktails haven't been invented yet (goddammit)
(Blink) now you're an old french dandy
(Blink) now you're made of cotton candy
(Blink) now you're back in the club
A little less scared to shake your rump (la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Now you can see what we see
Now that you've been where we've been
The music's always playing, from the start 'til the end of time
It's always playing in your mind
Don't let it twist up your inside

We can't stop the band from jamming in every reality
They're playing rock, they're playing trance
They're playing a string symphony
But this is the only time in existence that we ever know so far
That the song has sounded anything like a cha-cha

Hit the dance floor (cha-cha-cha)
Salsa (rumba), tango (mambo)
Ricardo dobrando minha mente
Spacetime (gravity), champagne (reality)
Move to the beat of the transcendental cha-cha-cha

The universe is getting colder, cooler (transcendental cha-cha-cha)
Still every planet somehow got Zumba (transcendental cha-cha-cha)
Expand your music repertoire
And eat your caviar like a neutron star (transcendental cha-cha-cha)