(Ooh let's ride) Red red red red red red red red redneck Drinking that ice cold beer Talkin' 'bout girls, talkin' 'bout trucks Runnin' them red dirt roads out, kicking up dust The boys 'round here Sending up a prayer to the man upstairs Backwoods legit,

You'll never be her only The girl don't stop She's a dirty dirty dancer dirty dirty dancer, Never ever lonely She's a dirty dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer She don't wanna love she just wanna touch Dirty dancer She's a greedy girl to never get enough

Rainbow country I will ride it Sun is a risin' Sure feels good to me Together we'd always be Are you really riding? I can't refuse it Feel like dancing Dance Dance 'cause we are free

C'mon and love me 'Cause I just can't wait Lady, won't you take me down to my knees You can do what you please She's a dancer, a romancer I'm a Capricorn and she's a Cancer She saw my picture in a music magazine When she met me, said she'd get me Touched

Some days you gotta dance dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

So D.J. spin the sounds There ain't no way that your gonna Groove all night Keep the boogie alright Get that sound Everybody just get on down Sit us down Gonna dance dance 'til we burn this disco out There's a steam beat

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

Dreaming of revelry What a night for a dance, dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With the fire in my bones, and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the light, so high don't wanna come down To face the loss of the good thing, that I have found In the

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm Better watch out for the scammers, ooh Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm She a pretty little dancer, ooh I might take her to my mansion, hmm Hit her, then I vanish, ooh All