land of 1000 dances

Robbie Williams

One, two, three, four

You ve gotta know how to pony
Like a mony de roady
Do the mashed potato
Do the alligator
Oh, put your hand on your hips
Let your backbone slip
Do the wah tootsie
Like a bottle of loose air

Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na
(You ve left the safety of the band, now you have [?] )
Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na
(It s 3 p. m. , this is only the beginning)
Killer

(So, the first matches have been thrown
at Gary Barlow at number one
while Robbie s first album Life thru a Lens
debuted number eleven)
(Robbie s fates now rests
on a national charm offensive tour)
Lock off your daughters, lock off your sons
It s Robbie Williams
You know what I need you to do?
One, two, three, four

Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na
(A new album rocketing off the charts
ladies and gentlemen, Robbie Williams)
Alright
Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
(Please welcome Robbie Williams, ladies and gentlemen)
Na-na-na
(He s an international [?] star)
Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
(His music is amazing)
Na-na-na
I wanna see, goddammit

You ve gotta know how to pony
Like a mony de roady
Do the mashed potato
Do the alligator
Oh, put your hand on your hips
Let your backbone slip
Do the wah tootsie
Like a bottle of loose air

Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na
Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na

Dance with me, honey
Like a long [tossil?]
Twist the wit, loser
Do the wah tootsie
You gotta hold your breath
Yeah, like it like this
Do the jerk
Watch me work now

Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, louder
Na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na