Rock 'n' Roll
A hot chick told me she liked my style.
She said, “Hey man, dance with me awhile.”
So we smoothed and jived across the room.
In rock ‘n’ roll groove, my heart went BOOM!
We bopped to the left, then to the right.
I said, “Hey babe, we can rave all night.”
The music soared as pants caught fire.
We hit the max, took the whole scene higher.
We tripped a one-step, two-step, three-step, four.
Dirty dancing and I cried, “Encore!”
We bounced and flounced to an uptown beat,
the funky chicken and I felt the heat.
She changed the rhythm and danced the tap,
turned around and did a hip-hop-rap,
then jitterbugged to a two-tone pass,
a glam-rock stomp and shaking-that-ass.
Then I jumped up with a rebel YELL
as my eyes went POP to her can-can spell.
We twisted, bumped, whirled and twirled,
did the locomotion and rocked the world.
So we danced the smooch and I held her tight.
Kissed her cheek and she never took flight.
I said, “Hey, girl. Luv ya! You’re so sweet.”
She said, “Goodbye! You’ve got two left feet.”