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He comes from a land...far, far away. A little place that some people call...Great..Britain.
Exiled for streaking at the royal wedding. He left his motherland. Along with the only
woman he ever truely loved. His horse..Tyrone. He travelled to the USA. To resurect the recession
riddled dance floors of America. With the big, long, pink, ding *** ***. He could
turn any bro-down into a Hoedown, he would turn any keg cup into legs up. He taught all
nations and all peoples, across all seas. Dance!I am not, I am not going to stand on
the wall I will dance, I will dance, I will break that *** off. And I see you in the corner,
corner looking so small. Doing the robot like if I die tonight at least I went hard I will
not, I will not give a damn of who watches me I will live, I will live liberate the fox
in me I will be the discoball, freak and give my all To whatever girl's *** I'm freaking
on I'm not skeeting nah, it's just freaking hot Alright I skeeted I will not be a mannequin
(no) The ego banish it The roof's on fire Let's burn down the Vatican I will moon walk
to Pluto in honor of Michael Jackson In heaven he'll be saying "that man is tight at dancing"
RIP to the king, Michael Jackson, we learned it all from you Dedicate this to the dance
floor Party up the sorrow 'til tomorrow morning happens We pledge allegiance to the DJ