| There’s a new dance craze sweepin' the land
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| First you get out of bed, then you attempt to stand
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| You get out of bed, you get to your feet
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| You got to just stand there, you can’t retreat
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| Now here comes the hard part, it’s bad news
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| You got to bend over and put on your shoes
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| Over in the bed lies your sleepin' wife
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| Snorin' like a sailor, she’s the love of your life
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| But that women is a martyr and you know it’s true
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| Who the hell else would put up with you?
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| You got a brand new dance and it goes like this
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| You wake up in the mornin' and look in to the abyss
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| Take a look
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| Take another look, come on!
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| It’s a fight to the finish
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| It’s a flackin' and a fray
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| Got a brand new song and I sing it everyday
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| I got a new smell and it’s called «The Old Man»
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| A new taste sensation, I’d say it was bland
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| But that senior discount, that’s my kind of treat
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| But when I get on the bus, you got to give me a seat
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| Come on, baby
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| Yeah, the water is rising way past flood stage
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| The woods are on fire, and that’s a turn the page
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| So we stack the?
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| You drink a little coffee then you go take a seat
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| Read your business section, up there on your throne
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| You got a brand new dance, and you do it alone
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Do something
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| Shake a tail feather!
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| You got a brand new dance, you gotta get you some work
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| It’s a little like the Monkey, and a lot like the Jerk
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| The Chicken and the Pony and the Frug and the Swap
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| It’s a brand new dance, and you wish it would stop
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| You’d rather be a workin' stiff, than a lazy slob
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| Sha na na, don’t get you no job
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| Hey hallelujah it’s election time
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| Vote in a booth for the big boss line
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| But it’s the same old song, same old dance
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| Same long shot at the same slim chance, yeah
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| One of those fools is bound to win
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| But it’s the same old, same old, all over again
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| Here we go
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| There’s a new dance craze sweepin' the land
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| First you get out of bed, then you attempt to stand
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| Get out of bed, get to your feet
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| You got to just stand there, you can’t retreat
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| Now here comes the hard part, it’s a bad news
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| You got to bend over and put on your shoes |