Uncle Larry´s hooked on ice again
He seems to be stuck in the 80´s
He wears his members only jacket
Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies

And all the white folks shake their asses
Looking for the two and four
I´ll have mine in martini glasses
Cause I can´t take it anymore

These are the days of empty kitchens
The rise and fall of Mary Ellen´s hairdo
I think she´s found a new religion
Studying the Kabalah in her J Crew

And all the rich kids shake their asses
Looking for the two and four
Well I´ll have mine with Blackstrap molasses
Cause I can´t taste it anymore
No I can´t taste it anymore

My friend Greg says it´s all good
As the eastern seaboard´s blown away
Now everything is going half-price
So look at all the money we saved

And all the politicians shake their asses
Looking for the backdoor
I´ll just be hanging out with the lasses
Cause they don´t like the boys no more
No and I can´t take it anymore