ALL YOU CAN EAT
© Greg Keeler 1992

White Guy Dancin'

I've got a little dance I learned out at the country club.
You wiggle and you twitch like an electrocuted bug.
Keep your backbone stiff and sort of shuffle your feet,
But whatever you do, don't move your body to the beat.

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And you'll be white guy dancin',
White guy dancin',
Yes, you'll be white guy dancin',
But whatever you do don't move your body to the beat.

Bend over like a golfer who is linin' up a putt.
Start jerkin' like your boxer shorts are ridin' lup your butt.
Flap your hands around and let yourself go limp in the wrists.
Be sure to keep your arms and legs all funny and stiff.

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Turn your nose up like you're sniffin' at a Chardonnais cork.
Poke your lips out like you found a little spot on your fork.
Shake your bottom like your Dockers fit a little too tight.
Then bob your Adam's apple and display your over-bite.

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