Coconut Butter & Destiny
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About
A disco inspired comedy song about making the dancefloor your royal domain....and coconut butter. So it is written. So it shall be done.
Lyrics
Intro - Spoken word
I'm wearing platform shoes three inches taller than common sense (man laughs)
Shut up! It's a fashion choice!
Ladies and gentlemen...
Lock up your cocktails
Hide your hair pieces
And somebody unplug Larry from the fog machine.
Because tonight...
I moisturized with coconut butter...
and destiny is calling. (Freakazoid!)
(On the dance floor!)
Somebody light him correctly!!! [Strings explode upward]
VERSE 1
Walked in the club in satin and gold
Too much jewelry, nowhere to hold
Lady said "Baby, what's your sign?"
I said "Exit, honey. Same as the neon sign." Got platform shoes from outer space
Disco glitter all over my face
Bartender said "Man, you smell expensive"
I said "That's cologne and poor decisions."
(Poor decisions!)
(Smellin' delicious!)
PRE-CHORUS
Now the bassline's thumpin'
And the floor's on fire
Whole club movin'
Like a glittery tire
Violins rise dramatically
CHORUS
Freakazoid on the dance floor!
Shake it till your knees get sore!
Spin around and lose control!
Disco fever in your soul!
Freakazoid on the dance floor!
Polyester meteor!
Laser lights and mirror shine!
Everybody out their mind!
SPOKEN BREAK
There's always one dude in the disco
Tryna look tough.
music drops low
Brother...
You are wearing lavender bell-bottoms.
Relax.
Crowd laughter. Beat slams back in.
VERSE 2
Saw a woman with electric hair
Dancin' like she just escaped somewhere
She said "Sugar, can you move like that?"
I said "Only after three cognacs."
Open shirt down past my chest
Gold chain swingin' with dramatic stress
DJ pointed and yelled "THAT MAN GLOWIN'!"
Security nodded like "Yeah, we know him."
BACKUP SINGERS:
We know him!
Too funky to tow him!
PRE-CHORUS 2
String section flyin' like birds in heat
Everybody stompin' to the beat
Purple smoke and champagne rain
Whole nightclub gone insane
CHORUS
Freakazoid on the dance floor!
Feelin' rich but still quite poor!
Mirror ball from outer space!
Sweat drippin' down my face!
Freakazoid on the dance floor!
Booty shakin' coast to shore!
Grandma dancing by
Outro
Whoever has the blue Buick parked out back,
We're going to need you to move
You're blocking the doors...thanks
Fade out
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