East Coast Swing

[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