When I was a man I like to dance, I was shy I'd against the wall all night I'd never a chance, so afraid
I wouldn't get on dance floor Unless I was drunk, 10 shots But I found a place the stars hang out And taught me how to funk
Real nasty, it too far away just on the edge of town, nearby But be ready you get there 'Cause these don't fuck around
You can, rub your belly with Minelli Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub belly Jiggle your droopy balls with Lou Rawis off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
Grind your hips with the guy from CHIPS your lips Stroke it clean with Sheen It's fucking
Clench ass-cheeks tight With sexy Betty White see the light when your sphincter's tight
If you know how to move feel the groove And dance, you just shit your pants
Spin a little girl With cross-dressing Milton Just it a whirl you're a little girl
Wave that juicy weeno with Al Pacino Wave weeno, even more obsceno back a drink with Colonel Klink Piss in the
Bounce your beef with Omar What a Ring the disco bell with ice cream Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna your dink swell
Then spew all the room Mr. Jeffery Goldblum And dance, like you just shit pants
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, Finger in his own Bernard King, basketball, off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Mark Mustache, with his hairy tits Big Weaver, Tommy Seaver Both of them got the boogie
You can, do the with seven-footer Billy Russell Do the fucking hustle, jerking love muscle Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the floor with Mary it sore Squeeze your nipple like Mr. Whipple Drink Ripple
Give it a whack With TV great Tayback When you give it a Don't the nut-sack
So if the thought of grooving is bringing you Come to the funkiest in town The stars show you how to move And dance, like you shit your pants