When I was a man I didn't to dance, I was shy I'd stand the wall all night I'd take a chance, so afraid
I get on that dance floor I was really drunk, 10 shots But I found a place where the hang out And they me how to funk
Real nasty, it too far away It's just on the edge of town, But be when you get there 'Cause folks don't fuck around
You can, rub your with Liza Minelli Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your Jiggle your droopy balls singin' Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them balls
Grind your hips with the guy from CHIPS Lick your Stroke it clean with Sheen It's fucking
Clench ass-cheeks tight With sexy grandma White You'll see the light when your tight
If you don't how to move feel the groove And dance, like you just shit 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 bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna make your swell
Then all over the room With Mr. Goldblum And dance, you just shit your pants
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, Finger in his own Bernard King, basketball, off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Spitz Mustache, with his hairy tits Big Earl Weaver, Seaver Both of them got the fever
You can, do the hustle seven-footer Billy Russell Do the fucking hustle, your love muscle Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Blast from the past, the of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the floor Mary Tyler-Moore it sore Squeeze your nipple like baldy Mr. Drink some
Give it a whack TV great Victor Tayback When you give it a Don't the nut-sack
So if the of grooving is bringing you down Come to the funkiest in town The stars show you how to move And dance, like you just your pants