I I, kickin with the hobo sound
We we, lo-fi right down to the ground
And and, good to see you do what you do
Yeah yeah, see you swingin like a Danny Larue
Uh uh, everybody bring it around
We we, match it with you pound for pound
Ooh ooh, make room cos we're comin to stay
Everybody gettin funny like a Shawn McCay
Ooh ooh, never ever short on the bass
Ah ah, hit you like a slap in the face
Yeah yeah, you know we aim to please
Like a burger with cheese will give you heart disease
Uh uh, I can tell you rock in it raw
Now now, knock it down on the dance floor
Ooh ohh, don't forget to come up for air
All you blue-faced boogie junkies gimme the scare
Check check, someone tell me if we're coming through clear
Yeah yeah, lean to let me chew on your ear
Now now, pay mind if you've got it to spare
Exit's here there and all over the where
All all, dressed up but with no where to go
Yo yo, shut the fuck up and get on with the show
Uh uh, come again when you give me the what
Replay, put your ten cent coin in the slot
Bounce bounce, more bounce than the PT flea
Bur bur(?), AD like Mr. Kinski
Specie, disco only one of a kind
Faeces, great show (?) yeah we're doing it fine
Huh huh, quixotic like the word of Cervantes
... tell me can you hear the drums Hernandez
... he cuts the wax like a fuge fish
That means he takes all care like a mohel at bris.
