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 wouldn't get on that floor Unless I was drunk, 10 shots But I found a place the stars hang out And taught me how to funk
Real nasty, it ain't too far It's just on the edge of town, But be ready when you get these folks don't fuck around
You can, rub belly with Liza Minelli Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub belly Jiggle your droopy balls singin' Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them balls
Grind your hips with the guy from CHIPS Lick your Stroke it with Martin Sheen It's obscene
your ass-cheeks tight With sexy grandma Betty You'll see the light when your sphincter's
If you don't know how to feel the groove And dance, like you shit your pants
like a little girl With Milton Berle Just it a whirl you're a little girl
Wave that juicy with legendary Al Pacino Wave weeno, even more obsceno Knock back a drink Colonel Klink in the sink
Bounce beef with Omar Sharif a relief Ring the disco bell with ice wizard Tommy Carvel Tommy Carvel gonna make dink swell
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, Showing off his
Mark Spitz Mustache, Playing his hairy tits Big Weaver, Tommy Seaver of them got the boogie fever
You can, do the with seven-footer Billy Russell Do the fucking hustle, jerking your muscle Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Cass Blast from the past, the ghost of Cass
Dry-hump the with Mary Tyler-Moore Pump it your nipple like baldy Mr. Whipple Drink Ripple
Give it a hearty With TV great Tayback When you give it a hurt the nut-sack
So if the thought of grooving is bringing you to the funkiest place in town The stars will show you how to And dance, like you just shit your