George Watsky D.A.N.C.E. Remix song lyrics

6th grade, I remember my first dance

Steady searching through the mix for a slowdance

Like the marshmallow pieces in the lucky charms

Cause that's golden your opportunity for romance

But on the fast songs the numbers between

That's when you get to show the lovely ladies what you mean

It's when the fella's preen watch me C-Walk

How I strutted and displayed feathers like a peacock

They did the Funky Chicken, I learned the Dirty Bird,

Cause the Atlanta Falcons did it in the endzone

After every touchdown. It didn't help me score, did it at the dances and it put me in the friend zone

And if I went home, with my head down

I lift my chin up

Then put it down again

Up again

Down again

Up again

Down again

Now I'm headbanging to the brand new sound again

Your body is a temple

My body is a circus ring trying to hold itself up like a tentpole

every instrumental makes my pencil neck snap back fast until I'm going mental

Some call it grinding, some call it bumping, but in the Bay we had a funny way of speaking

In San Francisco, we're the kids of hippies, just a bunch of geeks so we called it freaking

In 6th grade, freaked with a 8th hottie named Janny and I sang Kumbaya Amen Halllujah!

Until a hater chaperone came and made room for God

It's all good though

Turn the anger into energy and passion tlll I'm burning like a wood stove

I do Liquid and the Fireball

the only raver moves I know

But I'm putting on a good show