My mind’s doing rhythm and my heart’s doing drums
But my skinny white legs, they’re all thumbs
I got an ear for the music and a foot for the beat
But my skinny white hips can’t make no heat
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance
My baby she loved me, but she wanted to know
Why every time I dance, my legs bow
Why my elbows flap and I clear the floor
And all the other women take the door
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance
She moved like an angel whеn she did the bop
But my knees went wonky
Wеnt pop-pop
So I swerved to the left and I veered to the right
But my beautiful baby took flight
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance
I listen to the base and my toes tap time
But my skinny white bum is out of line
And I can’t get loose like a long-necked goose
When my whole rhythm section’s outta juice
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance
My mind’s doing rhythm and my heart’s doing drums
But my skinny white legs, they’re all thumbs
I got an ear for the music and a foot for the beat
But my skinny white hips can’t make no heat
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance, do da whop
I can’t dance
Hey, hey Brother
Are you talking to me?
Yeah
Can you do the double legged boogaloo?
Is that on video?
Oh, you got to be kidding
Can you do the shake?
Last time I did the shake was in California
Shake
Oh, everybody can do that
But can you do the Jerk
Not voluntarily baby, not voluntarily
‘Cause if you want to dance you got to feel the groove
And get into a trance
Hey look, I read about it, Nietzsche said dancing was a metaphor
Then you got to shake your human self around
That’s it, brother
Damn Mama, I can’t dance
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