  There's a girl at the bar and she can't dance,  She's got no rhythm in her underpants,  One arm is up and one arm is down,  Then her feet start to moving like Charlie Brown,  There's a girl at the bar and she don't talk,  Breaks up with her boyfriend so she can stalk,
 She holds her beer and never lets it go,  Dancing like Elaine on that Seinfeld show,  Yeah there's a girl at the bar and she can't dance,  She's got no rhythm in her underpants,  The lights are on but nobody is home,  She's the one that's always dancing all alone,
 People laugh and people point,  They say she looks like an Ostrich that just smoked a joint,  Yeah there's a girl at the bar and she can't dance,  She's got no rhythm in her underpants,  She may be tall and she may be pretty,  But her body moves like a retarded kitty,
 So if you ever see her just stand back and watch,  You'll have a good time watching her body rock.  -  I dunno,  just a stupid rhyme about this girl at the bar that can't dance.
