You've got to move it
You've got to prove it
You've got to move it, prove it, move it, prove it
Fuck me on the dance floor

Girls on the dance floor
We're a bunch of weirdos
A bunch of people on our knees
And we are shakin' shakin' meat

We hate our faces
Our fancy suits;
Our faking smiles
And put our hands up in the air

So please DJ…
Play some Ramones
Is that ok?
‘Cause you know I'll…
Kill ya!
Blood on the dance floor

Hey Mr. DJ
You're pretty smooth, uh-huh
I like your moves, uh-huh
But your tunes make me wanna fucking kill
I'm on a mission
For some transfixion
And be a good boy
It will only hurt if you don't do it, as I say

Play some Ramones
Just fucking play
‘cause you know I'll…
Kill ya
I'll kill ya
Blood on the dance floor