Do The Fonkey Horsey

Well there's some geeked-out boys in Texas
Who tried to find a brand new dance
At a white collar redneck strip mall beer barn
Where they didn't stand a chance

They should've just learned the two-step
And let it go at that
Cause they turned off ev'ry Lone Star lady
When they broke into that spaz attack

Cause they do the fonkey horsey (do the fonkey horsey)
Do the fonkey horsey (do the fonkey horsey)
Do the fonkey horsey (do the fonkey horsey)
Do the fonkey horsey (do the fonkey horsey)
Do the fonkey horsey
Nay nay whinny winny!
Nay nay whinny winny!
Nay whinny whinny!
Nay nay!

From behind the Piney Curtain
To the dusty, windswept plain
Every blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty
Didn't want a thing to do with them

They should've just done the Cotton Eyed Joe
In a backward Titleist cap
Cause ya ain't gonna get the ladies
When your dance steps step in crap

CHORUS

I kick, I thrust, I jog, I spin
I bob, Irene, IHOP, I grin
I jiggy, I jaggy, I trip, I fall
And with a nine-gallon hat I'll make a cattle call