| Song | An Innocent Fiction |
| Artist | Erin McKeown |
| 作曲 : McKeown | |
| Midnight confessions | |
| Of deputy Prussians | |
| Coloured my time in the Rhine | |
| Where a misplaced directive | |
| From a dirty connector | |
| I got out just in time | |
| Fleet of foot messengers | |
| Tapped me in Bucharest | |
| And paid for a train to Berlin | |
| Where a night club at midnight | |
| Was cleared out too quickly | |
| I made my face in the wings | |
| The palace ain't nothing | |
| Compared to this majesty | |
| Here I am dancin' | |
| For the president of Germany | |
| I opened up with a | |
| Rag and a one-step and | |
| Finished the bit with a freeze | |
| Then a touch of the shuffle and | |
| I closed with a soft-shoe | |
| I hit 'em with my best routine | |
| The palace ain't nothing | |
| Compared to this majesty | |
| Here I am dancin' for | |
| The president of Germany | |
| The orpheum never saw | |
| A bigger hit in two a day | |
| The national can't beat this state | |
| Oooooh, oooooh | |
| Don't fade out | |
| You're my only hope and it's running out | |
| The spotlight it shone on heavy artillery | |
| The silence was worse than the shot | |
| I'm just a dancer, an innocent fiction | |
| More like a dream than not | |
| Applause cascading from one set of fingertips | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| Midnight confessions | |
| Of deputy Prussians | |
| I got out just in time |
| zuò qǔ : McKeown | |
| Midnight confessions | |
| Of deputy Prussians | |
| Coloured my time in the Rhine | |
| Where a misplaced directive | |
| From a dirty connector | |
| I got out just in time | |
| Fleet of foot messengers | |
| Tapped me in Bucharest | |
| And paid for a train to Berlin | |
| Where a night club at midnight | |
| Was cleared out too quickly | |
| I made my face in the wings | |
| The palace ain' t nothing | |
| Compared to this majesty | |
| Here I am dancin' | |
| For the president of Germany | |
| I opened up with a | |
| Rag and a onestep and | |
| Finished the bit with a freeze | |
| Then a touch of the shuffle and | |
| I closed with a softshoe | |
| I hit ' em with my best routine | |
| The palace ain' t nothing | |
| Compared to this majesty | |
| Here I am dancin' for | |
| The president of Germany | |
| The orpheum never saw | |
| A bigger hit in two a day | |
| The national can' t beat this state | |
| Oooooh, oooooh | |
| Don' t fade out | |
| You' re my only hope and it' s running out | |
| The spotlight it shone on heavy artillery | |
| The silence was worse than the shot | |
| I' m just a dancer, an innocent fiction | |
| More like a dream than not | |
| Applause cascading from one set of fingertips | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| You believe what you believe | |
| Midnight confessions | |
| Of deputy Prussians | |
| I got out just in time |