When I was a man I didn't to dance, I was shy I'd stand against the all night I'd never a chance, so afraid
I wouldn't get on dance floor Unless I was really drunk, 10 But I found a place where the hang out And they taught me how to
Real nasty, it ain't too far It's just on the edge of town, But be ready when you get 'Cause these don't fuck around
You can, rub your belly Liza Minelli Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your Jiggle your droopy balls with singin' Lou off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
Grind your with the blond guy from CHIPS Lick lips Stroke it clean with Martin fucking obscene
Clench your ass-cheeks With sexy grandma White You'll see the when your sphincter's tight
If you don't know how to Just the groove And dance, like you just shit pants
like a little girl With Milton Berle give it a whirl Pretend you're a girl
Wave juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino your weeno, even more obsceno Knock a drink with Colonel Klink Piss in the
Bounce your beef with Sharif a relief Ring the disco with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink
Then all over the room Mr. Jeffery Goldblum And dance, like you just your pants
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, in his own rear Bernard King, basketball, off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Spitz Mustache, Playing 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 your muscle Shake your big, round ass the ghost of Mama Cass Blast from the past, the of Mama Cass
the floor with Mary Tyler-Moore Pump it Squeeze your nipple baldy Mr. Whipple some Ripple
Give it a whack TV great Victor Tayback When you it a whack hurt the nut-sack
So if the thought of grooving is you down Come to the place in town The stars show you how to move And dance, you just shit your pants