Adam Sandler - Dancin' & Pantsin' Lyrics
Performed by adam sandler, allen covert, jon rosenburg, frank coraci, and bob glaubWhen I was a young manI didnt like to danceI was shyId stand against the wall all nightId never take a chanceSo afraidI wouldnt get on that dance floorUnless I was really drunk10 shotsBut I found a place where the stars hang outAnd they taught me how to funkReal nastyIt aint too far awayIts just on the edge of townNearbyBut be ready when you get therecause these folks dont ***** aroundYou canRub your belly with liza minelliCovered in jelly, youre gonna rub your bellyJiggle your droopy balls with singin lou rawisBounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy ballsGrind your hips with the blond guy from chipsLick your lipsStroke it clean with martin sheenIts *****ing obscenseClench your ass-cheeks tight with sexy grandma betty whiteYoull see the light when your sphincters tightIf you dont know how to moveJust feel the grooveAnd danceLike you just shit your pantsSpin like a little girlWith cross-dressing milton berleJust give it a whirl, pretend youre a little girlWave that juicy weeno with legendary al pacinoWave your weeno, even more obscenoKnock back a drink with colonel klinkPiss in the sinkBounce your beef with omar sharifWhat a reliefRing the disco bell with ice cream wizard tommy carvelTommy carvel gonna make your dink swellThen spew all over the roomWith mr. jeffry goldblumAnd danceLike you just shit your pantsMr. belvedereFatty fattyFinger in his own rearBernard kingBasketball, basketballShowing off his ding-a-lingSwimming mark spitzMoustache, moustachePlaying with his hairy titsBig earl weaver, tommy seaverBoth of them got the boogie feverShit your pantsYou canDo the hustle with seven-footer billy russellDo the *****ing hustle, jerking your love muscleShake your big, round ass with the ghost of mama cassBlast from the past, the ghost of mama cassDry-hump the floor with mary tyler-moorePump it soreSqueeze your nipple like baldy mr. whippleDrink some rippleGive it a hearty whack with tv great victor taybackWhen you give it a whack, dont hurt the nut-sackSo if the thought of grooving is bringing you downCome to the funkiest place in townThe stars will show you how to moveAnd danceLike you just shit your pants
