When I was a man I like to dance, I was shy I'd stand against the wall all I'd never take a chance, so
I wouldn't get on that dance Unless I was drunk, 10 shots But I found a where the stars hang out And they taught me how to
Real nasty, it too far away just on the edge of town, nearby But be ready when you get 'Cause folks don't fuck around
You can, rub your belly with Minelli Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub belly your droopy balls with singin' Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them balls
Grind your hips with the guy from CHIPS Lick lips Stroke it with Martin Sheen It's obscene
Clench your tight With sexy grandma Betty You'll see the when your sphincter's tight
If you know how to move Just feel the And dance, like you shit your pants
like a little girl With Milton Berle Just it a whirl Pretend you're a little
Wave that juicy weeno legendary Al Pacino your weeno, even more obsceno Knock a drink with Colonel Klink Piss in the
Bounce your with Omar Sharif What a Ring the disco bell with ice wizard Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna your dink swell
Then all over the room With Mr. Goldblum And dance, like you just your pants
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, in his own rear Bernard King, basketball, Showing off his
Swimming Mark Mustache, Playing with his tits Big Weaver, Tommy Seaver Both of them got the boogie
You can, do the hustle with seven-footer Russell Do the fucking hustle, jerking love muscle Shake your big, round ass with the of Mama Cass from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the with Mary Tyler-Moore Pump it your nipple like baldy Mr. Whipple Drink Ripple
it a hearty whack With TV great Victor you give it a whack Don't the nut-sack
So if the thought of is bringing you down Come to the funkiest place in The stars show you how to move And dance, like you just shit pants