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Hey man, I saw you standing there, yeah yeah yeah
You were bobbing your head
to the beat as your fists start to clinch
Oh so tight
"No Fear" in your eyes, and also on your shirt (and hat and pants)
It's
your turn to show tonight, do your best to start a fight
Show us all that you can dance with your elbows and your hands
(Dancing
with friends, keeping the peace, if you didn't know I'm being
sarcastic)
When you feel the crowd start to move
Please
try to resist the urge that you get
Try not to get upset and sock your neighbor right in the face
I know that coach
meant well
But what's a dance to you is a fight to someone else
Keep your anger aside, kick back, enjoy the ride
And
think how it could be if you showed some courtesy
(Your hostility, it grows so easily)
You're the next victim of
the dance that broke my jaw
Please don't get near
You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw
Have some
more beer, "No Fear" gear is what you wear
Just because the music begins
Does not always mean a wrestling scene
from the WWF
Breaks out right to my left
And I got a ringside ticket
I'll challenge you or anyone anywhere
Sometimes
I just want the football thrown in
Let the football game begin
And then I say to myself as I think of someone else
That's
not what we came here for, and we'll take no more
What's going through your head
To the point that someone is dead
Keep
it up and you're out of here, you're out of here
And when you're outside by yourself and sitting all alone
Keep your
head down
Cause we're the ones that warned you
You're the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw
Please don't get near
You're
the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw
Can't we just be friends in here
Go drink some more beer
Kick
your neighbor's rear
An elbow to my ear
Can't we just be friends in here
I was dancing by myself, and bothering
no one else
When suddenly I was encountered by the beast
I ask so politely, "please just let me be"
But the next
thing I remember, I'm staring at the ceiling
Someone please, help me call security
I'm on my feet, but now I'm on the
floor
That shithead doesn't show respect to me or to you
So now he's out the door
Now he's out the door
Not
gonna hurt us anymore
That dance floor is free of hostility
And I'm so glad he's gone
It's our turn to have fun
My
message was clear, "We're all friends in here"
But we're not allowed to do the dance that broke my
Dance that broke
my
Dance that broke my jaw
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Doug! Congratulations on a fine performance.
What do you call that
music?
uhhhhh, "two coats of wax, butthead" music. (laughter)
Good for you, good for you!
You asked.
Yes I did,
yes I did.
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