This is a song about "Matt thinks he can dance"

They talk say cool jew na the man

The teacher told him he can

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

He looks all the same but thinks in a rather different way.

Thinks they can play in my m-o

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

You can dance around me , no loop

He can sing, not ripped apart,

February cold as my heart

Your last wish, wanna dance?

Now if you give us a chance