At least that’s what I’m claiming.
If there was a murder on the dance floor, you’d certainly hope the club’s (fully licensed) security officers or door staff would be able to provide assistance, and hopefully catch the culprit.
The song is by professional posh person Sophie Ellis-Bextor. There is also a joke which goes something like this:
“I was at a party at the home of a former French footballer when some uncouth individual decided to go to the toilet right there in the living room! It was merde on Zidane’s floor.”
My apologies.