6th grade, I remember my first dance
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Steady searching through the mix for a slowdance
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Like the marshmallow pieces in the lucky charms
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Cause that's golden your opportunity for romance
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But on the fast songs the numbers between
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That's when you get to show the lovely ladies what you mean
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It's when the fella's preen watch me C-Walk
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How I strutted and displayed feathers like a peacock
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They did the Funky Chicken, I learned the Dirty Bird,
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Cause the Atlanta Falcons did it in the endzone
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After every touchdown. It didn't help me score, did it at the dances and it put me in the friend zone
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And if I went home, with my head down
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I lift my chin up
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Then put it down again
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Up again
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Down again
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Up again
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Down again
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Now I'm headbanging to the brand new sound again
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Your body is a temple
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My body is a circus ring trying to hold itself up like a tentpole
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every instrumental makes my pencil neck snap back fast until I'm going mental
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Some call it grinding, some call it bumping, but in the Bay we had a funny way of speaking
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In San Francisco, we're the kids of hippies, just a bunch of geeks so we called it freaking
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In 6th grade, freaked with a 8th hottie named Janny and I sang Kumbaya Amen Halllujah!
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Until a hater chaperone came and made room for God
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It's all good though
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Turn the anger into energy and passion tlll I'm burning like a wood stove
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I do Liquid and the Fireball
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the only raver moves I know
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But I'm putting on a good show
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D.A.N.C.E. Remix
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| Watsky |
