That squishy little wishy-washy
Crazy little strudel
In his noodle
Makes him lazy in the legs
So how can we affect his soul
Direct his soul
To make him whole's
The question that his situation begs
Way down deep there at the root he
Really wants to shake his booty
So I think here's what our duty
With him is-
Find a way we can convince his mind
To send a signal down the spine
To the behind
Where all the rhythm is
The more we dance
The more he sees
The more wе tease
The morе he burns
The more he years
To move his knees
Like Cyd Charisse
The more he learns
That life is bursting with joy, so live it
Here it is boy, so give it a chance!
The more we dance
The more we dine
The more he'll whine
The more he'll pout
Until he fin'lly bottoms out
And then he'll rise and he'll shine and
He'll prance- so let's dance!
The more we laugh
The more we grin
The more he'll have
To join right in
The more we glow
And show our joy
The more I'm sure
We'll cure the boy
It isn't easy to put him through it-
Remember, we do it on his behalf
So let's guf-fa
In his guf-face
While we im-bibe
And we im-brace
No more 'I don'ts, '
No more 'I won'ts, '
No more more 'I can'ts.'
So let's dance!

I have an idea. Love put him in that
Chair, perhaps love can get him out
Of it

CHRISTINE
What do you mean?
LAWRENCE
The more we squeeze
The more we kiss

CHRISTINE
Oh. You mean like this?

LAWRENCE
Gott im Himmel

CHRISTINE
Was that all right?

LAWRENCE
Ja... Wunderbar
We must be cruel to fuel his desire
Let's put another log on the fire-
Come on, let's jump! Let's dip!
Maybe that chump will get a grip
The Macarena will make him saner
As we say in Vienna-

ALL
Ole!
The more we flirt
The more overt
The more his heart
Will start to hurt
And thus insert
A lot of ants
Into his pants-
The more we dance!