Scripting the Lyrics

I can't Shake It

When we go out dancing on a friday night,

I get this funny feeling somethings not quite right,

My sense of rhythm isn't incontrovertibly shite,

I can't fake it.

I can see the pity in your big brown eyes,

The perpetrator lies between my back and my thighs,

It doesn't want to wiggle though I try try try.

I can't make it.

I get the feeling that I look absurd,

I get the feeling that I look absurd - and it hurts.

 

Couldn't walk the line inside the country scene,

And disco was a flop I'm sure no dancing queen,

Couldn't really qualify for breakdancing,

I just break it.

Tried movin' my body to the latest hit,

Someone called the nurse thought I was havin' a fit,

I execute the moonwalk like I stepped in shit,

I can't take it.

I get the feeling that I look absurd,

I get the feeling that I look absurd - and it hurts.

I just can't shake it.