Hey Mr. Star Maker! I got a new song, you 'gotta kick it out the jam. Got the hook and the groove, man it's really the move. It's really different man. Just part your hair to the side, wear it over your eye and your groovy. Kinda' sounds like the stones, but don't call it a clone. The band wagon's leaving baby, better jump on. But if you can't dance to it, what'cha you 'gonna do? You can't dance to it. But if you can't dance to it, what'cha you 'gonna do? You can't dance to it. Not 'gonna dance with you! Hey Mr. Rock & Roll! I'm fresh out of school, I'm 'gonna make you a star. Got a pair of tin ears, and a shit attitude. Guess I was born into A & R. Can you savor the flavor? Are you part of the club? Are you groovy?Got the grundge and the doom, Ain't got much of a tune. They come from Seattle, better sign them up soon. But if you can't dance to it, what'cha you 'gonna do? You can't dance to it. But if you can't dance to it, what'cha you 'gonna do? You can't dance to it. Not 'gonna dance with you! You... you were a fading star. You'd never get this far on your own. You, you're living daddy's dream. Spending Ahmet's green, talking on your cellular phone. But if you can't dance to it, what'cha you 'gonna do? You can't dance to it. But if you can't dance to it, what'cha you 'gonna do? You can't dance to it. Dance to it! |
