When I was a man I like to dance, I was shy I'd stand the wall all night I'd take 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 taught me how to funk
nasty, it ain't too far away It's just on the edge of town, But be ready you get there 'Cause these don't fuck around
You can, rub your belly Liza Minelli Covered in jelly, gonna rub your belly Jiggle your droopy balls with Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy
Grind your hips with the blond guy CHIPS your lips Stroke it clean with Sheen fucking obscene
Clench your ass-cheeks With grandma Betty White You'll see the light your sphincter's tight
If you know how to move Just the groove And dance, like you just your pants
Spin a little girl With cross-dressing Berle give it a whirl Pretend you're a girl
Wave that juicy with legendary Al Pacino Wave your weeno, even obsceno Knock a drink with Colonel Klink in the sink
Bounce your with Omar Sharif What a the disco bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink
Then spew all over the With Mr. Goldblum And dance, like you just your pants
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, Finger in his own King, basketball, basketball Showing off his
Swimming Mark Mustache, Playing with his hairy Big Earl Weaver, Tommy Both of them got the boogie
You can, do the with seven-footer Billy Russell Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love Shake your big, round ass with the of Mama Cass Blast from the past, the ghost of Cass
Dry-hump the floor with Tyler-Moore Pump it Squeeze your like baldy Mr. Whipple some Ripple
Give it a hearty With TV great Tayback you give it a whack Don't hurt the
So if the thought of grooving is bringing you Come to the place in town The stars will show you how to And dance, you just shit your pants