I was traveling down the road feeling hungry and cold
I saw a sign saying VIP ‘n drinks for everyone
So naturally I thought I would take me a look inside
I saw so much quality there was water coming from my eyes
Yeah, there was nida, there was mona, there was caviar
And long tall glasses with wine up to >>1
Then somebody grabbed me, threw me out of my chair
Said “before you can post, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire”
You know I can’t dance, you know I can’t dance…
You know I can’t dance, you know I can’t dance… I can’t dance
Oh no
I am a man of the road, a VIPPER by name
I don’t seek entertainment, just apolojuice and shame
But if it’s all the same to you, then yes I will try my hand
If you were as DQN as me I’m sure you’d understand.
(Hey, wait a minute)
Of course I can dance, I’m sure I can dance!
I know I can dance, I know I can dance!
I can dance!
I really hit the floor
Look at me dancing!
(Solo)
I did a two-step quick-step and a bossa nova
A little Victor Sylvester and a Rudy Valentino
You shoulda seen me moving right across the floor
Hand me down my tuxedo, Daddy Cool, next week I’m coming back for more
I can dance, oh yes, I can dance
Look at me dancing, the floors moving
And I feel good, I feel good
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance, I can dance
I can