Stop making the eyes at me,
I’ll stop making the eyes at you.
What it is that surprises me
Is that I don’t really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you’re an explosion (you’re dynamite)
Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand
And lighting a fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang-go
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or…
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well, from 1984!
I wish you’d stop ignoring me
Because it’s sending me to despair,
Without a sound yeah you’re calling me
And I don’t think it’s very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you’re an explosion (you’re dynamite)
Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand
And lighting a fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-go
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or…
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well, from 1984!
And no, there ain’t no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes and DJ sets
Dirty dance floors, and dreams of naughtiness!
Well, I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or…
I don’t know what you’re looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Said, from 1984!
Flirting on the Dancefloor: A Modern Anthem
“I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor” captures the electric tension of youthful attraction in a crowded, chaotic nightclub. Arctic Monkeys use witty, conversational lyrics to paint a vivid picture of flirtation, uncertainty, and desire. The protagonist’s playful banter—”Stop making the eyes at me, I’ll stop making the eyes at you”—reveals both the push-and-pull of attraction and the awkwardness that often comes with it. The repeated references to cold shoulders, explosive chemistry, and robotic dancing evoke a night out where possibilities and inhibitions clash. Ultimately, the song forgoes romantic idealism for raw, real-life encounters, summed up by the line, “Just banging tunes and DJ sets, dirty dance floors, and dreams of naughtiness!”
Song Credits
Written by Alex Turner. Released in 2005. Label: Domino Recording Company.