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 floor Unless I was drunk, 10 shots But I found a where the stars hang out And taught me how to funk
Real nasty, it ain't too far It's on the edge of town, nearby But be when you get there 'Cause folks don't fuck around
You can, rub your belly with Liza Covered in jelly, gonna rub your belly Jiggle your droopy with singin' Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy
Grind your hips with the blond guy from Lick lips Stroke it clean with Martin fucking obscene
Clench ass-cheeks tight sexy grandma Betty White You'll see the when your sphincter's tight
If you don't how to move Just feel the And dance, like you shit your pants
Spin like a little With Milton Berle Just give it a you're a little girl
Wave that juicy with legendary Al Pacino Wave your weeno, more obsceno Knock back a drink Colonel Klink Piss in the
Bounce beef with Omar Sharif What a Ring the disco bell with ice cream Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna make your swell
Then spew all over the Mr. Jeffery Goldblum And dance, like you just shit your
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, Finger in his own Bernard King, basketball, Showing off his
Mark Spitz Mustache, Playing with his hairy Big Earl Weaver, Seaver Both of them got the boogie
You can, do the hustle with seven-footer Russell Do the fucking hustle, your love muscle Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Blast from the past, the ghost of Mama
Dry-hump the floor with Mary Pump it Squeeze your like baldy Mr. Whipple Drink Ripple
Give it a hearty TV great Victor Tayback When you give it a hurt the nut-sack
So if the thought of is bringing you down Come to the place in town The stars will show you how to And dance, like you just your pants