Men Don't Dance Anymore

Well bless my soul what’s wrong with you all crowded round the bar
The girls are on the dance floor while you brag about your cars
You don’t have to move like Elvis to get out on the floor
Cause men Don’t Dance Anymore
Well you shake my nerves and rattle my brain but you just don’t docey doe
You’re all standing still while the play every song Iknow
Don’t you know what those RM Williams boots are really for
Men Don’t Dance Anymore
Let me show you something that will drive the girls insane
Every woman in this place will want to know your name
Clap your hands, shake your hips, turn around like this
But Men Don’t Dance Anymore
Bop Bop A Lula a wap bam boo I think you’re almost there
The girls are going crazy but you ain’t no Fred Astaire
And now the boys are in a conga line and heading for the door
Men Don’t Dance Anymore
Couples on the dance floor that’s how it’s supposed to be
If you don’t know what to do. boys just follow me
Step right, step left, pelvic thrust, shake your head
But Men Don’t Dance Anymore
Oh No Men Don’t Dance Anymore