Every woman forward to the dance floor, to the dance floor, to the dance floor,
Every woman forward to the dance floor, alright stop, pyjamatime.
C'mere little kiddies, on my lap, guess who's back with a brand new rap,
and I don't mean rap as in a new case of trial investigate and accusate,
AA AA AA AA AA, no worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys,
what else could I possibly do to make noise,
I don't touch, done everything but little boys,
and that's not a stab at michael, that's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho,
I go a little bit crazy sometimes, I go a little bit out of control with my rhymes...
something something chorus something chorus...