| He man, I’ve seen ya, think ya rockin’it on the floor…
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| You look like a moron! |
| Who let you in the door?
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| To put the question bluntly: maybe your feet’s deformed.
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| They should slap you in the teeth when you put your dancing shoes on.
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| You can’t dance!
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| Why don’t you just nail your feet to the floor?
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| Homeboy, what’s the use?
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| Anytime you wanna step aside a party,
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| first think of an excuse.
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| You dance like a fat old lady
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| not sayin’that fat old ladies ain’t nice,
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| but every time you try to get one move right.
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| the old lady then did it twice.
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| You can’t dance!
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| You’ve been a dancing disco disaster,
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| the worst I ever saw.
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| They should dropkick you on the neck
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| and drag you off the floor.
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| In every discotheque, I see you there
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| in the middle of the crowd,
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| looking like you got eight or nine left feet dragging all around.
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| You can’t dance!
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| Take my advice, don’t move!
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| You’ll never get the knack.
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| If I danced like you I’d sneak out the party
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| and wouldn’t be coming back.
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| On the floor you’re a dinosaur, yeah boy, that’s how you move.
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| You look like Ralph Cramden (?) or a Donald Duck cartoon.
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| You can’t dance!
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| You wanna come to my party?
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| I wouldn’t give you a chance.
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| You tried to take breakdance lessons,
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| ended up in an ambulance.
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| Wouldn’t it be funny if they put you on solid gold?
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| You dance like you got arthritis already,
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| what’ll happen when you get old?
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| You can’t dance!
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| Why are you so stiff?
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| Is it something that your mother did?
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| Maybe you grew up around can’t dance people
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| when you were a can’t dance kid.
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| You live in a can’t dance house,
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| went out in a can’t dance car,
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| your doofy can’t dance father
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| got drunk in a can’t dance bar.
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| You take a can’t dance bath,
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| put on your can’t dance cologne.
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| Go out to a can’t dance party
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| so you wouldn’t have to can’t dance all alone.
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| You can’t dance!
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| Homeboy, will you please get off the floor, you moron? |