When I was a man I didn't to dance, I was shy I'd stand against the all night I'd never take a chance, so
I get on that dance floor Unless I was really drunk, 10 But I found a place where the stars out And they me how to funk
Real nasty, it too far away It's just on the edge of town, But be ready when you get 'Cause these folks don't around
You can, rub your belly Liza Minelli Covered in jelly, you're rub your belly Jiggle your droopy balls singin' Lou Rawis off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
Grind hips with the blond guy from CHIPS Lick lips Stroke it clean with Martin It's fucking
Clench ass-cheeks tight With sexy grandma White You'll see the light when sphincter's tight
If you know how to move Just the groove And dance, you just shit your pants
Spin like a girl cross-dressing Milton Berle Just it a whirl Pretend you're a little
that juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino Wave your weeno, more obsceno back a drink with Colonel Klink Piss in the
Bounce your beef Omar Sharif a relief Ring the disco bell ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna make your swell
spew all over the room With Mr. Jeffery And dance, like you just shit pants
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, Finger in his own King, basketball, basketball Showing off his
Swimming Mark Mustache, Playing with his tits Big Earl Weaver, Seaver Both of them got the fever
You can, do the hustle with seven-footer Russell Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Cass Blast from the past, the of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the with Mary Tyler-Moore Pump it Squeeze your nipple baldy Mr. Whipple Drink Ripple
Give it a whack With TV great Victor you give it a whack Don't the nut-sack
So if the thought of grooving is bringing you Come to the funkiest place in The stars will show you how to And dance, like you just shit pants