[Verse 1]
While I'm workin' on me
Somebody up in Tennessee
He's got a ceiling fan business
Part-time gig as a Jehovah's Witness
[Verse 2]
Yeah, before you know it
They go and blow it
Picking out a ten karat Walmart
Figuring yeah, he's a winner
Pop-Tarts for a dinner
Ain't nothin' quite like the East Coast swing
[Verse 3]
Then while they're dancing on the porch
Somebody's walkin' to the store
Picking up a yoga mat
A one, two, a three, and now switch out the flat back
[Verse 4]
The Williamsburg ladies are havin' more babies
Quietly adhering to the new right wing
Make no mistake, it's not just a bellyache
A serious affliction called the East Coast swing
[Verse 5]
A Saturday at the pawn shop
Assault rifle and a laptop
Yeah, the best way to end this
Don't even matter if you're on the no fly list
[Verse 6]
And all the ladies playin' mahjong
They keep on goin' all along
But what can you do now?
At least it's not a dead end, at least it isn't crack out
[Outro]
Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ah yeah yeah, ah yeah yeah, ah yeah yeah
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