White Guys - Go Fight

We get a shrimpboat

At a party after work

Eat 'em all up

With a tiny little fork

I smell good like

Calvin Klein is in the air

I’m a hunter

Big game is everywhere

A little winko

At the girlie on the wall

She’s dos cinco

Twenty five in espanol

Get a feeling

When I gaze upon her face

Legs reeling

To the complicated bass

Take my tie off

And I hang it on the chair

Got dress slacks

And commando under there

My loofah

Is rubbing at her thighs

It’s a twofah

Or a three, some other guy

Comes rolling

In a stripy power tie

He’s trolling

His moves are pretty fly

She gets a phone call

And we dance a little more

Like this

Like a couple of white guys

Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance

Like White Guys

It’s pumping

Pat Batemen over there

Dance his ass off

Puts his ass into a chair

Gin and Tonics

We all had one or two

You’re the lady

Oh, I remember you

We’re the white guys

We’re dancin in a line

Sunglasses

Like the Gangam Style Guy

Taking turns now

We’re Picking up the tab

Got a limo

'Cause it’s cheaper than a cab

Found my tie now

Got it wrapped around my head

Did so much coke

That I will soon be dead

At the strip club

Drink tequila out of shoes

Like this

Like a couple of white guys

Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance

Like White Guys