Say down where I'm born in no white boy's never done that dance

They play their music, they wear their funky underpants

They wear that lipstick and then they're shakin' their asses at those girls

With the pretty music

Those pretty boys got pretty, pretty, pretty girls

Come and dance with me, check my pants you'll see

My bathroom is a funky kind of ghetto

I don't got no lipstick, I don't got no hot pink underwear

I live like a caveman, I got my greasy long brown hair

I got some women, they ain't too beatiful or thin

But they appease me

I don't need no beauty queen to sing



One thousand times it's just strolling by

And every step adds an empty sigh

My days are full of nothing new

I wich my eyes, they'd look beyond you