Hoosh Hoosh - Dance Club Massacre

We’ve got the bags, the beers and the babes

Soaking grilled meat in the summer air breeze

Hoosh hoosh we all boogey on down hoosh the beers on ice

Here she comes, in a two piece suit

The kinda girl you tip your shades down for a better view

Play it cool, do a cannonball or a moonsault into the water

Hoosh hoosh we all boogey on down hoosh hoosh the beers on ice

No worries

Snoops on the boom box

I’m a sole survivor señorita

I’m the crème de la crème

I’ve got the goods and I can plainly see you do too

I have some hip hop songs memorized an ice cool beverage

I’m cool

It’s always cool in the summertime

Brewskies in the coozies

Bags on board, but who’s keeping score?

The sun has died, so let’s torch the sky now

The deuce is loose in the place to be always the place to be

Receive, process, and destroy

Touch 'em and get 'em

Hoosh hoosh

Old style all the while

Hoosh hoosh, we all fall down

Hoosh hoosh, the beers on ice