In my 18 years at my post we have not sung that, nor will we ever as long as I am there. I can't even figure out what the hell it is about.

Here is my take on it. Excuse two small breaks in meter.

I danced in the morning
When the day was begun
with my bacon and eggs
and some jam on my bun
And I came from the kitchen
and I danced on the rug
with cream and coffee
in my mug

Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, you see.
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I'll serve some crumpets and scones and tea

I danced in the morn
And the afternoon
And on until night
'Til the rising of the moon
I danced by the T.V.
With chips and some pop,
My fav'rite show
And I couldn't stop

I danced on the bath mat
And I sang some songs
My wife shouted out
“I hope you don't take long!”
I dried and I dressed
The towel I hung to dry
and I left the room
on a dancing high

I danced at the table
when I saw a Big Mac
It's hard to think
When you always need a snack
They carried my body
When my heart stopped dead
But I will still dance,
When I get my meds.

They cut me open
But I wouldn't cry
Dance is my life
I'll never, never die
I'll live on then
and dance is my goal
When I get out
of the hospital

Some say that Sidney Carter derived the theme from Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day, which is quite a nice carol to a jolly tune.

Well the tune is a beautiful Shaker melody, and is quite lovely when set by Copland Diemer and others - don't let the bad taste versions spoil the tune.

I CANNOT stand this song. It is a prime example of mismatch of lyric and melody as mentioned by Canadash. It makes no sense. Thanks for the laughs, though.

(Psst: even the Shakers who made this charming little melody and all that nice furniture were not orthodox believers in the Holy Trinity either.)

Speaking of "dance," I will never forget the shock I once had when I had to attend a diocesan mass, long ago, for the supposed "liturgical arts." While singing the opening hymn, 13 young teen girls dressed in Salome-like vailes danced, skipped, hopped, flopped and rotated their way down the aisles of the church while holding ceramic bowls of incense. I couldn't help but think that I was at some 3rd rate wanna-be reproduction of a tacky Italian B rated (or worse) Hercules movie of the 60s. Thankfully, there wasn't a high priestess following - YET!

We had some who tried to do liturgical dance before the bishop banned it. This was, of course, in the most liberal parish in town where never is heard a discouraging word about anything. The pastor had one sermon - just love and can't we all just get along? Some say he walked on water. I say he was just all wet. Those aging dancers had seen their best days come and go and those tights had cellulite.

From Lord of the Dance Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_of_the_Dance_(hymn)

In writing the lyrics to "Lord of the Dance" in 1963, Sydney Carter was inspired partly by Jesus, but also partly by a statue of the Hindu God Shiva as Nataraja (Shiva's dancing pose) which sat on his desk,[3] and was partly intending simply to give tribute to Shaker music. He later stated, "I did not think the churches would like it at all. I thought many people would find it pretty far flown, probably heretical and anyway dubiously Christian. But in fact people did sing it and, unknown to me, it touched a chord ... Anyway, it's the sort of Christianity I believe in."[3]

the hymn tune is Shaker. the text is heretical. Some pastors and music directors think it's ok because of the Shaker tune...it's not.