When we go out dancing on a friday night, I get this funny feeling somethings not quite right, My sense of rhythm isn't incontrovertibly shite, I can't fake it.
I can see the pity in your big brown eyes, The perpetrator lies between my back and my thighs, It doesn't want to wiggle though I try try try. I can't make it.
I get the feeling that I look absurd, I get the feeling that I look absurd - and it hurts.
Couldn't walk the line inside the country scene, And disco was a flop I'm sure no dancing queen, Couldn't really qualify for breakdancing, I just break it.
Tried movin' my body to the latest hit, Someone called the nurse thought I was havin' a fit, I execute the moonwalk like I stepped in shit, I can't take it.
I get the feeling that I look absurd, I get the feeling that I look absurd - and it hurts.