Mr. Really, Really, Really Bad Dancer
Today, we salute you Mr. Really Really Really Bad Dancer.
(Mr. Really Really Really Bad Dancer)
Arms swinging, knees bending, head bobbing to no particular rhythm.
You're either dancing or having a seizure.
( call me a doctor!)
As soon as you hit the dance floor the taunts begin.
"Is that all you got playa?" Unfortunately, yes that's all you got.
Who's in the house?
Some guy who can't dance, that's who's in the house.
( you're a star)
So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light Mr. happy feet because you really put the oogie in boogie.
Lyrics provided by: Crystal