This song is lazy it just rips off the 80's

Back when all Funk music was made by huge c**e addicts

Every

Nostril

Had some white nose candy in it

And everyone got up to use the bathroom every ten minutes

I'm too high

Just snort

That guy looks like Michael Jackson

I'm 5'5′

That's short

That's not a man, that's a lesbian

Who's that guy?

Some dork

I wrote this song! I'm Mark Ronson!

This looks like New York

But it's just a cheap run-down movie set

Girls walking by ignore us

Ew!

Walk by and just ignore us

Ew!

This song has no real

True!

It's just me and these four guys clappin'

Looking into the camera clappin'

Something cool is about to happen

We're gonna dance while the cameraman spins the camera around

Spin it!

Mark don't try to get down!

White boy dance like a clown

Why? Because I'm not brown?

Hey don't have a meltdown!

Please let me hang around!

Okay fine just

Stop!

Come walk with me

Just don't dance Ronson you're too shitty

Bruno please sign this check to buy a car that's a wreck

Which we'll dance 'round in the street without gettin' in it

Can I please dance with you guys now?

No Mark Ronson you keep sittin'

I'm too hot

You're wet

The sweat's turning my pink jacket red

Could you stop dancin'

I'm trying to shine your shoes you coke head!

Now we've got

Up top

Old lady hair rollers on our heads

We look like grandmas

And my damn nose is bloody from the blow

I was on a computer

Ooh!

And I read a strange rumor

Ooh!

You're Michael Jackson Jr.!

Ooh!

So is it true was he your father?

That would be an amazing honor

That can't be they're different colors!

Back from the dead to clear up this s**t

But first grab your own d-ck and dance!

One more time grab your d**k

Time for rumors is done

Yes I have one more son

And the world will be stunned

To learn you are the one

I'm your father!

Oh my god! I knew it! I'm Michael Jackson's son! The rumors were true!

No, not you! Him, Mark Ronson!

YES! That means I'm black…I can dance – heh! In your face, guys!