Текст песни Arse Huggin' Pants - Spiderbait

Yesterday I got so stressed
I heard these people have undressed
Poor and sick, no credit card
They can't afford the current charge

How can I think once my bucks starts to wiggle in time?
All of my cares and my thoughts just go out of my mind
I hit the dance floor with vaguely familiar sounds
I'm counting the calories
Ah-ah, ah-ah, la-la-la-la

We've got to do what they call a report
What we need now is an unmet sale
We'll sell them coyote pizza with dents
And maybe rip off some odd stocking prints

How can they think once their bucks start to wiggle in time?
All of their thoughts and their cares just go out of their minds
They'll hit the dance floor with vaguely familiar sounds
They're counting the calories
Ah-ah, ah-ah, la-la-la-la

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 bucks start to wiggle in time?
All of their thoughts and their cares just go out of their minds
They'll hit the dance floor with vaguely familiar sounds
They're counting the calories
Ah-ah, ah-ah, la-la-la-la

Ass-hugging prance, my ass-hugging prance
Ass-hugging prance, my ass-hugging prance
Ass-hugging prance, my ass-hugging prance
Ass-hugging prance, my ass-hugging prance
My prance
My ass-hugging prance