All the smart kids, better know what Time it is when the music lands, its Time to go i've got a few new moves, Since i rented foot loose And i'll spend them tonight at the show ` The newspapers tomorrow, will read That the white kid's not normal cause when They all tore it up, he tore it out He bends in all the wrong places, Stuns their karaoke faces when he's On fire, you can't put him out, out, out
(chorus) Everybody step back, now turn up the Track Everybody clap or soemthing like that Cause its time to dance, so come on baby,
Everybody step back, now turn up the Track everybody clap or something like That cause its time to dance, so come On baby, come on baby, come on baby
Stop the prsses cause i've got a Message fromt he sponsors who Brought you that last move It was 1-800 uh huh, i think or some Horrible new sport drink The bottom line is its going to hurt
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All those folks won't laugh no more, When i hit the pedal and i'm good to go What their thinking can't be feared, Cause i can't help if i dance this Weird i'm just moving the best i know, You find the music and i find the flow All my limbs have a free for all, and i'm Told my moves look painful He's going to hurt himself, stand back He's going to hurt himself, come on
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Compositor: Riley Edson Armstrong (Edson Plain) ECAD: Obra #5736689