Philip Melancon - Dancing With Fancy Shoes On lyrics

Hey there, mama!, You sure got a flair That baby with the $80 bow tie in her hair Shopping cart filled with all you own in there I see you dancing with them fancy shoes on A couple of brothers, dressed to the nines, Broke into Perlis to get their ties Seers**er coats, pants below their derriere I see they're dancing with their fancy shoes on Look at those fellows with the portable hair Yesterday, I swear they was bald! Now, they look like K-Doll Miss Clarions Soon as they hit the wig shop down at the mall Get those fancy uniforms at the drug store Heh-heh-heh, they got it going on Four girls in bikinis just a bra and a thong Dancing with their little b**bies showing, yeah Wow, mama! Guy on Magazine looks like they Dame Edna? Flowered gla**es perched on his nose Soldiers won't go near him, why do you suppose? (Another voice) I think he dances with the fancy shoes on Everybody wearing those overtoed sneakers Say they're airing out their soles Baseball caps, straw hats, doo rag towels A street flag flying underneath it all Say today, there's something catchy on the streets Oklahoma troopers sportin' new fatigues I guess that means this season's color is green They're dancing with your fancy shoes on Let's go dancing with your fancy shoes on Let's go dancing .. with the fancy shoes on