Showdown in my Sunday school
I broke my teacher's favourite rule
Got up on my feet one day
Dancin' all my blues away
The fire came down
I began to move around
Teacher said to me
Son this cannot be
Dancin's not allowed
You're beginning to draw a crowd
I said, Teacher if we could see
In eternity we'll be...
Dancin' in Heaven
The angels and the sons of men
Will party in God's presence then
Dancin' in Heaven
Like David did in days of old
Upon the rock it does not roll
I said, Teacher, I just can't sit still
He said, Son, this thing is not God's will
Dancin' is an evil thing, it doesn't fit the hymns we sing
An angel then appeared and said, Man quit bein' weird
You can dance before the Lord
And your praise becomes a sword