Dancin And Pantsin Lyrics by Adam Sandler

Dancin And Pantsin Lyrics

    Performed by adam sandler, allen covert, jon rosenburg, frank coraci, and bob glaub

    When i was a young man
    I didn't like to dance
    I was shy
    I'd stand against the wall all night
    I'd never take a chance
    So afraid
    I wouldn't get on that dance floor
    Unless i was really drunk
    10 shots

    But i found a place where the stars hang out
    And they taught me how to funk
    Real nasty
    It ain't too far away
    It's just on the edge of town
    Nearby
    But be ready when you get there
    'cause these folks don't fuck around

    You can
    Rub your belly with liza minelli
    Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your belly
    Jiggle your droopy balls with singin' lou rawis
    Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
    Grind your hips with the blond guy from chips
    Lick your lips
    Stroke it clean with martin sheen
    It's fucking obscense
    Clench your ass-cheeks tight with sexy grandma betty white
    You'll see the light when your sphincter's tight

    If you don't know how to move
    Just feel the groove
    And dance
    Like you just shit your pants

    Spin like a little girl
    With cross-dressing milton berle
    Just give it a whirl, pretend you're a little girl
    Wave that juicy weeno with legendary al pacino
    Wave your weeno, even more obsceno
    Knock back a drink with colonel klink
    Piss in the sink
    Bounce your beef with omar sharif
    What a relief
    Ring the disco bell with ice cream wizard tommy carvel
    Tommy carvel gonna make your dink swell

    Then spew all over the room
    With mr. jeffry goldblum
    And dance
    Like you just shit your pants

    Mr. belvedere
    Fatty fatty
    Finger in his own rear
    Bernard king
    Basketball, basketball
    Showing off his ding-a-ling
    Swimming mark spitz
    Moustache, moustache
    Playing with his hairy tits

    Big earl weaver, tommy seaver
    Both of them got the boogie fever
    Shit your pants
    You can
    Do the hustle with seven-footer billy russell
    Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love muscle
    Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of mama cass
    Blast from the past, the ghost of mama cass
    Dry-hump the floor with mary tyler-moore
    Pump it sore
    Squeeze your nipple like baldy mr. whipple
    Drink some ripple
    Give it a hearty whack with tv great victor tayback
    When you give it a whack, don't hurt the nut-sack

    So if the thought of grooving is bringing you down
    Come to the funkiest place in town
    The stars will show you how to move
    And dance
    Like you just shit your pants

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