You can leave your friends behind.
'Cause your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance, well, they’re no friends of mine.
Damn my head is cold.
Safety Dance! Woo Hoo!
I’ve had that song in my head all week. Now you do too. MWA-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!!!
Our house…
In the middle of our street!
Does that song really go “You can dance, you can dance, everybody take off your pants?”
You can dance, you can dance, everybody LOOK AT YOUR HANDS.
…and you can act real rude and totally removed, and I can act like an imbecile…
s s s s a a a a f f f f e e e e t t t t y y y y safe safe safe safe dance dance dance dance
I’ll never hear “Look at your hands.” “Take off your pants” makes a lot more sense.
Heyyy…this reminds me of something! The guy that does that spoken intro sound exactly like the Napoleon person who sang “They’re Coming to Take Me Away”. Is it him? Anybody know?
His name is Ivan. He is pretending to be big Canadian Rock Star, you know?
Jester hat, jester hat…
Where the hell is my jester hat!?
Okay, note spangled t-shirt. Map of the Big Country. Magic comic book that leads into that charcoal-sketch dimention. Fun-fur covered guitar…
Jesus, where the hell is my jester hat?
((rummage, rummage))
Shirtless blue-denim overalls. Grey sweatshirt with neck cut low…
Say, who’s eye-patch is this?
Is it here, or yesterday, or wasn’t it the fourteenth of November?
sigh
Nobody knows the rest of the words, do they?
…Ginger trudges back into the world of obscure Canadian music from the 80s…
everybody take off your pants!
Why are we supposed to look at our hands?
hah hah! i have a copy!
give me 15 minutes to find it, and then i will 0wnz j00!
0wnz j00?
That sounds dirty.