The Dance Floor

Lyrics
In the land of Vodka and matryoshka dolls (da-da-da)
There's a rhythm pumping through the streets (da-da-da)
With an 8 string guitar and a hard bass beat (beep-beep-beep)
Shawn's got the moves, he's got the heat (da-da-da)

From Moscow to St. Petersburg, the dancefloor's on fire (ooh-yeah)
Shawn's shaking his hips, he's got the desire (ooh-yeah)
But something's not right, it's caused quite a stir (uh-oh)
His loose rectum is a song we won't refer (uh-oh)

Hard bass pumping, guitar strings strumming (ooh-yeah)
In Mother Russia, the rhythm keeps coming (ooh-yeah)
But Shawn's loose rectum, we won't discuss (uh-oh)
It's a parody, let's not make a fuss (uh-oh-oh)