Jackson Jackson - The International Society of Bad Dancers lyrics

Hear what now, what's that sound Rumble in the ground Frightening the crowd We were getting round To getting down Who's that over there with his sceptre and crown It's Friday night We're all real high Dressed just right Feeling the vibe We are all very beautiful people And we don't wanna see any ugly people tonight We're chillin' in the club Looking like the sh** Looking like an MTV film clip Ah sh**! We're so cool that it hurts and were playing a song that we know all the words to But what's this Oh no please desist Gorilla's in the mist Shadow's in the fog There's a man over there with a banana in his fist And he barks like a dog and he looks at me and says; I'm just another bad dancer who won't take no for an answer You'll see us on every dance floor Unfit and sweat slick like a cancer We don't know how to grind our hips We don't know how to pout with our lips We don't know how to bump and dip But when the beat hits well we don't give a sh** We're the international society of bad dancers We walk up to clubs over run the bouncers We came to reclaim the night time as our time We fight fire with fire There are so very very many more of us than there are of you You're time is up For too long we've stayed home at night Playing scrabble and watching CSI We are introverted (bad dancers) We are unfashionable (bad dancers) We don't give a f** (bad dancers) We are the incredible (bad dancers) We're the international (international) Society (society) Of bad dancers (bad dancers) This is a song for all the bad dancers Who won't take no for an answer You'll see us on every dance floor Unfit and sweat slick like a cancer We don't know how to grind our hips We don't know how to pout with our lips We don't know how to bump and dip But when the beat hits well we don't give a sh** We're the international society of bad dancers Who won't take no for an answer You'll see us on every dance floor Unfit and sweat slick like a cancer We don't know how to grind our hips We don't know how to pout with our lips We don't know how to bump and dip But when the beat hits well we don't give a sh**