Eminem - Brand New Dance

[Intro:]
Get up!
Everybody on the dance floor, come on!
That means you too, Chris! (neigh)
Ha ha!

[Verse 1:]
Well, it's Friday night, no date for the prom,
Just got caught jackin' off by your mom,
Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm,
Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb.
But anyway, every day is the same old shiddit,
Room lookin' like a tornado hit it,
Try to explain, your parents, they don't get it,
Time to hit you with a funky dope rhythm.
Let it roll, if you ready, we gon' start the show,
Everybody in the world, all across the globe,
You can feel it in your head down to your toes,
Dance until (neigh) you're wheelchair-bound, here we go!
Yеah, horseback, little do-si-do,
Little bit of soul mixеd with some rodeo,
Everybody in the world's gonna laugh to this,
Shit, I'll probably end up crippled after this, come on.

[Chorus:]
Clap your hands and stomp your feet.
Everybody, join together!
Can you feel the funky beat?
Everywhere you see people laughing and
Dancing in the street,
On the count of three, everybody do
The Christopher Reeves.
One, two, three, follow me.

[Verse 2:]
Superman, Batman, Spider-Man
Slipped, fell, landed in a garbage can,
Shit, hell, damn it, I can hardly stand,
But I get it crackin' like no one in the party can.
Give me a beat, I'll show you all a brand new dance,
All I need is a stretcher and an ambulance.
Now stand back, kids, don't try this at home,
Chi-boom, kick-boom, ooh, ah-oh.
It's a brand-new craze and it's sweepin' the nation,
Anything else is a cheap imitation,
Just make sure that you videotape it,
You can only do it once, but the people go apeshit.
It's a crowd favorite, a party pleaser,
It's better than the shake of the grand mal seizure,
So next time that you see grandma, tease her
And roll up with a fresh set of wheels all greased up.

[Chorus:]
Clap your hands and stomp your feet.
Everybody, join together!
Can you feel the funky beat?
Everywhere you see people laughing and
Dancing in the street,
On the count of three, everybody do
The Christopher Reeves.
One, two, three, follow me.

[Bridge:]
If your arms, legs, feet, and your hands are numb,
You've fallen and you can't get up,
It's a brand-new dance, this is my Chris anthem, I'm
Givin' Chris Reeves his chrysanthemums.

[Verse 3:]
I'ma have everybody jumpin' to this,
Caitlyn Jenner in the front row pumpin' her fists
With a simple little twist and a flick of the wrist
A little snap of the neck and a slip of the disc.
You just pull up a chair and grab a seat
And clap your hands and stomp your feet
Or stomp your hands and clap your feet,
Flop around 'til you lookin' like a slab of meat.
You put your left foot back, your right in front,
Tip your head back, let it touch your butt
'Til you feel a little pop, like what the fuck?
Mothafuck, fuck a duck, what the fuck? I'm stuck!
So, party people, are you with me? What's the deal?
If you real, grab your chair up by the wheel
If you wanna feel just like the Man of Steel
Windmillin' on a million banana peels, come on!

[Chorus:]
Clap your hands and stomp your feet.
Everybody, join together!
Can you feel the funky beat?
Everywhere you see people laughing and
Dancing in the street,
On the count of three, everybody do
The Christopher Reeves.
One, two, three, follow me.
Woo!

[Outro:]
Good morning, Eminem, or Marshall, as others have informed me. Christopher Reeves here. You had better not talk behind my back or I will kick your ass the minute I'm out of this chair.
Watch yourself, Marshall, I'm watching you.

(Alarm rings) Aah! Holy shit!