Songtexte Arse Huggin' Pants - Whitt's Remix - Spiderbait

Yesterday I got so stressed
I heard that people have undressed
For a signal credit card
They can't afford their carbon charge
How can they think once their butt starts to wiggling down
All of my cares and my thoughts just go out of my mind
I hit the dance floor with vainly familiar songs
I'm counting the calories up
We've got to do something for all the poor
What we need now is an ambassador
We'll send him coward east and we'll dance
And maybe we'll fuck some arsehole in town
How can they think once their butt starts to wiggling down
All of their thoughts and their cares just go out of their minds
They'll hit the dance floor with vainly familiar songs
They're counting the calories up
We should go to the refugee camps
And turn them into hot discotheques
All of the people will then hear the call
All of the world under one mirror ball
How can they think once their butt starts to wiggling down
All of their thoughts and their cares just go out of their minds
They'll hit the dance floor with vainly familiar songs
They're counting the calories up