Out at the club and you wanna get down
But you're wearing tight pants so you're wearin' a frown
You can barely move from the way that they're sewed
Only one thing to do about it, ditch the dress code
And do the no pants dance, the no pants dance
Tell your buddy Lance, and all your uncles and aunts
It's the no pants dance
The no pants dance
Everybody's doin' it from China to France
Now you're unrestricted, you are free to move
But your feet are feeling cramped so you ditch your shoes
And your shirt's too tight as a matter of fact
So you get that awful thing right off of your back
And do the no shirt, no shoes, no pants dance
Tell your buddy Vance, tell your grandma and gramps
It's the no shirt, no shoes, no pants dance
Everybody's doin' it in their underpants
You're dancin' up a storm when the music stops
You're getting kicked out 'cause they called the cops
You feel the cool metal click onto your wrist
But your urge to dance is real and you just can't resist
You do the handcuffed by a police man
No shirt, no shoes, no pants dance
Tell your buddy Grant, tell your pet rocks and plants
Everybody's doin' it, don't tell me you can't
They toss you in the car and call for back-up
You say to 'em yo, turn this radio up
The music hits you hard, from your head to your feet
So hard you bust out the door and dance down the street
And do the no apparent plan while on the lam
Handcuffed by a police man
No shirt, no shoes, no pants dance
Everybody's doing it just give it a chance
Eventually they catch you, now you're facing the judge
He's not a fan of dancing, yeah he's holding a grudge
They put you in a cell and throw away the key
But you don't really mind, you can fin'ly dance free
You're doin' 20 hard years in the can
'Cause you had no plan while on the lam
Handcuffed by a police man
No shirt, no shoes, no pants dance
Yeah the no pants dance
The no pants dance
Tell your buddy Lance, and all your uncles and aunts
It's the no pants dance
The no pants dance
Everybody's doin' it from China to France
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