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Dancin' and Pantsin'

When I was a young man

I didn't like to dance, I was shy

I'd stand against the wall all night

I'd never take a chance, so afraidI wouldn't get on that dance floor

Unless I was really drunk, 10 shots

But I found a place where the stars hang out

And they taught me how to funkReal nasty, it ain't too far away

It's just on the edge of town, nearby

But be ready when you get there

'Cause these folks don't fuck aroundYou can, rub your belly with Liza Minelli

Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your belly

Jiggle your droopy balls with singin' Lou Rawis

Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy ballsGrind your hips with the blond guy from CHIPS

Lick your lips

Stroke it clean with Martin Sheen

It's fucking obsceneClench your ass-cheeks tight

With sexy grandma Betty White

You'll see the light when your sphincter's tightIf you don't know how to move

Just feel the groove

And dance, like you just shit your pantsSpin like a little girl

With cross-dressing Milton Berle

Just give it a whirl

Pretend you're a little girlWave that juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino

Wave your weeno, even more obsceno

Knock back a drink with Colonel Klink

Piss in the sinkBounce your beef with Omar Sharif

What a relief

Ring the disco bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel

Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink swellThen spew all over the room

With Mr. Jeffery Goldblum

And dance, like you just shit your pantsMr. Belvedere, fatty, fatty

Finger in his own rear

Bernard King, basketball, basketball

Showing off his ding-a-lingSwimming Mark Spitz

Mustache, mustache

Playing with his hairy tits

Big Earl Weaver, Tommy Seaver

Both of them got the boogie feverYou can, do the hustle with seven-footer Billy Russell

Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love muscle

Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Cass

Blast from the past, the ghost of Mama CassDry-hump the floor with Mary Tyler-Moore

Pump it sore

Squeeze your nipple like baldy Mr. Whipple

Drink some RippleGive it a hearty whack

With TV great Victor Tayback

When you give it a whack

Don't hurt the nut-sackSo if the thought of grooving is bringing you down

Come to the funkiest place in town

The stars will show you how to move

And dance, like you just shit your pants

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