Well the way I see it, it doesn't really matter
'Cause it don't make no sense to all those mad Manhatters
But I do believe that there must come a moment
When even the piggiest pig must get on up and move it

I got this friend named Neil, swears Nixon had a soul
But what I'd like to know is can Giuli' do the stroll?

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People always ask me, "What's so fucking great about dancing?"
How the fuck should I know?
Yeah, even I can barely understand it, understand it
But when the music takes over
Yeah, the music takes control

Here's a message to you Rudy and to you sir, Mr. Bloomberg and the rest of you ties-too-tight dudes
Y'all could learn a lesson, by losing inhibitions, yeah
Losing yourself in the music, losing yourself in the moment

Because we have nothing more than this very second
You can't count on the one coming after, no one's sure about the one before
So forget about it, we live here and now dude
Here and now, here and now, here and now
So get on down down down down down down down down down down down down down down

New York City is where the freaks come to be free
And if I can't get my freak on, see
I'ma hang up Giuliani
He can sic his lackeys on me
But you can't stop a new age dawning
Yeah

So if you got hips, shake 'em
And if you got fears, forsake 'em
Giuliani's got his rules but we ain't no fools
Let's break 'em
Yeah, yeah

So if you got hips, shake 'em
And if you got fears, forsake 'em
Giuliani's got his rules but we don't give a shit
Let's break 'em
Let's, let's, let's break 'em
Let's break 'em down
And on the way
We'll make 'em say, make 'em say

Everybody cut (Dance)
Everybody cut (Dance)
Everybody cut, footloose

Everybody cut (Dance)
Everybody cut (Dance)
Everybody cut, footloose

Now everybody cut
And shake that butt
And on the way
We'll make 'em say, make 'em say

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