DonÂ’t know much about dancinÂ’
ThatÂ’s why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
Â’nÂ’ both my feetÂ’s too long
Â’course now right along with Â’em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancinÂ’ every night
HopinÂ’ one day I might get it right
IÂ’m a dancinÂ’ fool, IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,
But I canÂ’t compete, Â’cause IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool, IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool
The disco folks all dressed up
Like theyÂ’s fit to kill
I walk on in Â’nÂ’ see Â’em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me cominÂ’
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool, IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool
The beat goes on
And IÂ’m so wrong
The beat goes on
And IÂ’m so wrong
The beat goes on Â’nÂ’ IÂ’m so wrong
The beat goes on Â’nÂ’ IÂ’m so wrong
The beat goes on Â’nÂ’ IÂ’m so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool, IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool
Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirtÂ’s half open, tÂ’show you my chains
Â’nÂ’ the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethinÂ’
ThatÂ’s what youÂ’d probÂ’ly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool, IÂ’m a
DancinÂ’ fool, (etc., etc.)
I may be totally wrong, but IÂ’m a
I may be totally wrong, but IÂ’m a
I may be totally wrong, but IÂ’m a
Fool-uh!
Hey darlinÂ’...can I buy ya a drink?
LookinÂ’ for mister goodbar? here he is...
Wait a minute...IÂ’ve got it...youÂ’re an italian!
Hah?
Yer jewish?
Love your nails...you must be a libra...
Your place or mine?