Fatty wants to dance
I’m getting ready
Squeezing shampoo
I’m sick and tired of staying inside
With nothing really fun to do
So I
Queue up at the door
The club is pumping tight
The bouncers take one look at me and laugh and say
«well you ain’t dancing tonight»
Fatty wants to dance
But he can’t fit his ass into those pants
I want to shake it
In exotic places
I want private jets flying into charles de gaulle
And limos to the champs-elysees
I want to tear it off
Start revolution
Dance so hard that I change the earth’s course
Shake up history