When I was a man I like to dance, I was shy I'd stand against the all night I'd never take a chance, so
I get on that dance floor Unless I was really drunk, 10 But I found a place the stars hang out And they me how to funk
Real nasty, it ain't too far It's on the edge of town, nearby But be ready you get there 'Cause these folks fuck around
You can, rub your belly with Liza Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub belly your droopy balls with singin' Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy
Grind hips with the blond guy from CHIPS Lick lips it clean with Martin Sheen It's fucking
Clench your tight With grandma Betty White You'll see the light when your tight
If you don't how to move feel the groove And dance, you just shit your pants
like a little girl With cross-dressing Milton Just give it a Pretend you're a girl
Wave that juicy weeno with legendary Al Wave your weeno, even more Knock back a drink with Colonel in the sink
Bounce your with Omar Sharif What a Ring the bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink
spew all over the room With Mr. Jeffery And dance, like you shit your pants
Mr. Belvedere, fatty, in his own rear Bernard King, basketball, off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Mark Mustache, Playing his hairy tits Big Weaver, Tommy Seaver Both of them got the fever
You can, do the hustle with Billy Russell Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love Shake your big, round ass with the of Mama Cass from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the floor with Tyler-Moore Pump it Squeeze your nipple like Mr. Whipple Drink Ripple
it a hearty whack With TV Victor Tayback When you give it a Don't hurt the
So if the thought of grooving is you down Come to the place in town The stars will you how to move And dance, you just shit your pants