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 drunk, 10 shots But I found a place the stars hang out And they me how to funk
Real nasty, it ain't too far 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, gonna rub your belly your droopy balls with singin' Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls, then them droopy balls
Grind your hips with the guy from CHIPS your lips Stroke it clean with Sheen fucking obscene
Clench your tight sexy grandma Betty White You'll see the when your sphincter's tight
If you know how to move Just the groove And dance, you just shit your pants
Spin a little girl With cross-dressing Berle Just give it a Pretend you're a girl
that juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino Wave your weeno, even obsceno Knock back a with Colonel Klink Piss in the
your beef with Omar Sharif What a Ring the bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel Carvel gonna make your dink swell
Then all over the room Mr. Jeffery Goldblum And dance, like you just shit your
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, in his own rear Bernard King, basketball, off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Spitz Mustache, Playing with his hairy Big Earl Weaver, Tommy of them got the boogie fever
You can, do the with seven-footer Billy 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 floor with Mary it sore Squeeze your nipple baldy Mr. Whipple Drink some
Give it a whack With TV great Tayback you give it a whack Don't the nut-sack
So if the of grooving is bringing you down Come to the funkiest in town The will show you how to move And dance, you just shit your pants