Don’t know much about dancin’
That’s why I wrote this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
’N’ both my feet’s too long
’Course now right along with ’em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin’ every night
Hopin’ one day I might get it right
I’m a dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat
But I can’t compete, cause I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool
The disco folks all dressed up
Like they’s fit to kill
I walk on in ’n’ see ’em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin’
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin’ fool
The beat goes on
And I’m so wrong
The beat goes on
And I’m so wrong
The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong
The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin fool
Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt’s half open, t’show you my chains
’N’ the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin’
That’s what you’d prob’ly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, I’m a
Dancin’ fool, I’m a
Dancin fool, etc., etc.
I may be totally wrong but I’m a
I may be totally wrong but I’m a
I may be totally wrong but I’m a
FOOL-uh
Hey, darlin’... can I buy ya a drink?
Lookin’ for Mister Goodbar? Here he is...
Wait a minute... I’ve got it... You’re an
Italian!
Hah?
Yer Jewish?
Love your nails... you mus be a Libra...
Your place or mine?
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