| When I was a young man
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| I didn’t like to dance
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| I was shy
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| I’d stand against the wall all night
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| I’d never take a chance
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| So afraid
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| I wouldn’t get on that dance floor
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| Unless I was really drunk
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| 10 shots
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| But I found a place where the stars hang out
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| And they taught me how to funk
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| Real nasty
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| It ain’t too far away
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| It’s just on the edge of town
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| Nearby
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| But be ready when you get there
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| 'Cause these folks don’t fuck around
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| You can
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| Rub your belly with Liza Minelli
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| Covered in jelly, you’re gonna rub your belly
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| Jiggle your droopy balls with singin’Lou Rawis
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| Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
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| Grind your hips with the blond guy from CHIPS
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| Lick your lips
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| Stroke it clean with Martin Sheen
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| It’s fucking obscene
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| Clench your ass-cheeks tight with sexy grandma Betty White
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| You’ll see the light when your sphincter’s tight
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| If you don’t know how to move
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| Just feel the groove
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| And dance
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| Like you just shit your pants
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| Spin like a little girl
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| With cross-dressing Milton Berle
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| Just give it a whirl, pretend you’re a little girl
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| Wave that juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino
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| Wave your weeno, even more obsceno
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| Knock back a drink with Colonel Klink
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| Piss in the sink
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| Bounce your beef with Omar Sharif
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| What a relief
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| Ring the disco bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel
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| Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink swell
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| Then spew all over the room
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| With Mr. Jeffry Goldblum
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| And dance
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| Like you just shit your pants
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| Mr. Belvedere
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| Fatty Fatty
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| Finger in his own rear
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| Bernard King
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| Basketball, basketball
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| Showing off his ding-a-ling
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| Swimming Mark Spitz
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| Moustache, moustache
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| Playing with his hairy tits
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| Big Earl Weaver, Tommy Seaver
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| Both of them got the boogie fever
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| Shit your pants
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| You can
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| Do the hustle with seven-footer Billy Russell
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| Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love muscle
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| Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Cass
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| Blast from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass
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| Dry-hump the floor with Mary Tyler-Moore
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| Pump it sore
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| Squeeze your nipple like baldy Mr. Whipple
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| Drink some Ripple
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| Give it a hearty whack with TV great Victor Tayback
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| When you give it a whack, don’t hurt the nut-sack
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| So if the thought of grooving is bringing you down
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| Come to the funkiest place in town
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| The stars will show you how to move
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| And dance
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| Like you just shit your pants |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dancin' and Pantsin' , by - Adam Sandler. Song from the album What's Your Name?, in the genre Поп