You don’t even know how to do the watusi
You can’t dance the boogaloo
When the boys on your street want to move their feet
Then don’t come runnin’ to you
Your idea of the früg is like a softshoe routine
A throwback to the golden age of the silverscreen
Chorus:
But you can
Shake it like a polaroid picture
Work it like a Babylon sister
You ain’t got nothin’ to prove
You put your heart into the groove
Oh-oh-oh baby
I like the way you move
You almost got the hang of the fandango
‘Til your feet got in the way
You’re still mystified by the electric slide
And you can’t spell YMCA
Your partner’s just a simple victim of circumstance
You do the cha cha cha like interpretive dance
Chorus
You do the rumba when everybody’s rockin’
Then the band plays a charleston -
You’re poppin and lockin
I’ve never been the kind of guy to criticize
Everybody’s got their faults
But when the boys in the band go into a gentle tango
You proudly swing into a waltz
When they do the hokey pokey you just shake it all about
You mix the robot with the worm and turn it inside out
Chorus
credits
released 26 November 2013
David Garlitz : guitar & lead vocals
Alison Young : backing vocals
Written and recorded by David Garlitz
Mixed by Nicolas David
Mastered by Thomas Vingtrinier
Cover photo by Giga Shane, design by David Garlitz