Like saving babies from a burning building so tenderly
I rescue preserve and reserve the right to let them shimmer so graciously
I get asked a lot why I care about this dying art it seems
Then I become green like the Hulk and I feast off the flesh of the haters

Wearing gold spandex pants I made a hip-hop album
And when I dance and play, all the children sing my songs
Wearing gold spandex pants I made a hip-hop album
And when I dance and play, all the children sing my songs

Don't test this lady rapper 'cause I'd zap you with a clapper
Then you'd have to be a fan 'cause I'd probably take command
And when everyone is lookin' my buffet starts cookin'
And I tease it if I need it and I pass it if I have it

When I drop the beat it goes
When I'm driving the RV I say
That sweater shall be called
In Iowa this is how we play

Wearing gold spandex pants I made a hip-hop album
And when I dance and play, all the children sing my songs
Wearing gold spandex pants I made a hip-hop album
And when I dance and play, all the children sing my songs

Line the pan with Crisco before I dance the disco
Let's plug in the glue gun, let's heat up the lava
Executing dance moves, never seen
A two hundred plus pound beatbox machine