Kick the Can Crew

(foo!)
I want to start ahead of everyone else
If not, I wonder why, I'm grateful
I'm just kidding, I can't relate
I'm not going to burst, this is dull
This casual night, when I think about it, it's incomplete
A party, wonderful, sound out fanfare
I'm just on the verge of exploding, pop!
I give it, slappidy slap slap
What's going on with us, aren't you cold?
A special night like a double plate
Take it like a double date
Shout just a little bit (foo!)
Is it Michael Jackson (it's MJ)
Your energy is right on the mark (foo) it's painful
I'm embarassed, nothing wrong with that
I'm a punk, raise your voices

Dance! (Dance!)
Even if I do it, it won't happen, dance! (dance!)
Even if I say it, it won't happen, funk! (funk!)
But I've got a full tank, I want to go for it
So everyone hop in (foo!)
So everyone hop in (foo!)
So everyone hop in (foo!)
Funk just on the verge of punk (pow!)

Hey, hey, have you decided yet?
Something is just on the verge of exploding, man!
Patience, patience
Won't you let me do this like some kind of idiot?
Loveable, loveable right now
It's meaningless since you let your chance escape
You can't conceal yourself by squatting your body
Minorly scratching, zupi zupi (foo!)
Yeah, light hearted, very unrefined
On this fresh stage (well...)
Swelling up, swelling up
Like a balloon, funga funga
I'm relieved from head to foot
Considering from hand to hand
One mic, the prime flavor
So everyone who's missing this isn't anything

Dance! (Dance!)
Even if I do it, it won't happen, dance! (dance!)
Even if I say it, it won't happen, funk! (funk!)
But I've got a full tank, I want to go for it
So everyone hop in (foo!)
So everyone hop in (foo!)
So everyone hop in (foo!)
Funk just on the verge of punk (pow!)

My blasted limbs feel like they're exploding
How about my excited pulse? No crimes
But no, no layers, and no funk
Not like that or like this, first we'll dance (hey)
I'll kick the punk
Then I'll kick the funk
The best junk food
(sorry to have kept you waiting)
K-Funk One Nation without P
Under the groove
It's not enough yet
Give it to me, approve the ballet and ignore the opposing voice
A fan waiting at the revolving turn table
(his funk!)
Mr. Omatto, Miss Barapeko baby
(Oi!) Hey come here! You sweet Champmele
Should I beg? Your halo is shining lightly
Someone keeps holding their hand over their head
When you look over here like the thousand-armed goddess of mercy
You take all of my reactions (foo!)

Dance! (Dance!)
Even if I do it, it won't happen, dance! (dance!)
Even if I say it, it won't happen, funk! (funk!)
But I've got a full tank, I want to go for it
So everyone hop in (foo!)
So everyone hop in (foo!)
So everyone hop in (foo!)
Funk just on the verge of punk (pow!)