Dancing with a Man - Rodney Carrington

I saw her sittin' in a barroom in that smokey atmosphere

She smiled back at me as I drank down one last beer

She pulled me on the dancefloor and we danced a song or two

It was then I realized that I had bit off more than I could chew

I think I’m dancing with a man

She’s got calasses on her hands

She’s got a voice deeper than mine

She gets a stiffy when we grind

I think I’m dancing with a man

We sat down and talked a while and we listened to the band

Then a friend of mine walked by and he asked her if she’d dance

Then he gently took her hand (oooooh-oooooh)

And he twirled her round and round

It looked like he was having fun until her skirt fell to the ground

I think he’s dancing with a man

The boys at the lodge won’t understand

With her hand on his behind

They two-stepped till half past 9

I think he’s dancing with a man

Ohhh shit I think we’re dancing with a man

It’ll be known throughout the land

Two boys from Texas danced the jig with a dude who wore a wig

We’ve been dancing with a man

She crushed a beer can on her head

Good Lord her foreheads red

We’ve been dancing with a big man