[Intro]
Get up!
Everybody on the dance floor, come on
That means you too, Chris
Haha
[Verse 1]
Well, it's Friday night, no date for the prom
Just got caught jackin' off by your mom
Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm
Saddam keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb
But anyway, every day is the same old shiddit
Room lookin' like a tornado hit it
Try to explain, your parents, they don't get it
Time to hit you with a funky dope rhythm
Here we go, if you ready, we gon' start the show
Everybody in the world, all across the globe
You can feel it in your head down to your toes
Dance 'til Benzino's 101 years old
Whoops, scratch that, littlе Romeo
Little bit of soul mixed with somе rodeo
Everybody in the world's gonna laugh to this
Shit, I'll probably end up crippled after this, come on
[Chorus]
Clap your hands and stomp your feet (Everybody, join together)
Can you feel the funky beat? Everywhere you see people laughing and (Dancing in the street)
On the count of three, everybody do (The Christopher Reeves)
One, two, three, follow me
[Verse 2]
Superman, Batman, Spider-Man
Slipped, fell, landed in a garbage can
Shit, hell, damn it, I can hardly stand
But I get it crackin' like no one in the party can
Give me a beat, I'll show you all a brand-new dance
All I need is a stretcher and an ambulance
Now stand back, kids, don't try this at home
Chi-boom, kick-boom, ooh, ah-oh!
It's a brand-new craze and it's sweepin' the nation
Anything else is a cheap imitation
Just make sure that you videotape it
You can only do it once, but the people go apeshit
It's a crowd favorite, a party pleaser
It's better than the shake of the grand mal seizure
So next time that you see grandma, tease her
And roll up with a fresh set of wheels all greased up
[Chorus]
Clap your hands and stomp your feet (Everybody, join together)
Can you feel the funky beat? Everywhere you see people laughing and (Dancing in the street)
On the count of three, everybody do (The Christopher Reeves)
One, two, three, follow me
[Verse 3]
I'ma have everybody jumpin' to this
Brittany Murphy in the front row pumpin' her fists
With a simple little twist and a flick of the wrist
A little snap of the neck and a slip of the disc, you just
Pull up a chair and grab a seat
And clap your hands and stomp your feet
Or stomp your hands and clap your feet
Flop around 'til you lookin' like a slab of meat
You put your left leg out, your right leg up
Tip your head back, let it touch your butt
'Til you feel a little pop, like what the fuck?
Motherfuck, fuck a duck, what the fuck? I'm stuck
So, party people, are you with me? What's the deal?
If you real, grab your chair up by the wheel
If you wanna feel just like the Man of Steel
Windmillin' on a million banana peels, come on
[Chorus]
Clap your hands and stomp your feet (Everybody, join together)
Can you feel the funky beat? Everywhere you see people laughing and (Dancing in the street)
On the count of three, everybody do (The Christopher Reeves)
One, two, three, follow me
[Outro]
Woah-ooh-oh (Woo, woo!)
Woah-ooh-oh
Good morning, Eminem
Or Marshall, as others have informed me
Christopher Reeves here
You had better not talk behind my back
Or I will kick your ass the minute I'm out of this chair
Watch yourself, Marshall
I'm watching you
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
I'm just playin', Chris
You know I love you
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