Me and Giuliani Down by the School Yard (A True Story)

Lyrics

Well the way I see it, it doesn't really matter 'Cause it don't make no sense to all those mad Manhatters But I do believe that there must come a moment When even the piggiest pig must get on up and move it I got this friend named Neil, swears Nixon had a soul But what I'd like to know is can Giuli' do the stroll? [Instrumental] People always ask me, "What's so fucking great about dancing?" How the fuck should I know? Yeah, even I can barely understand it, understand it But when the music takes over Yeah, the music takes control Here's a message to you Rudy and to you sir, Mr. Bloomberg and the rest of you ties-too-tight dudes Y'all could learn a lesson, by losing inhibitions, yeah Losing yourself in the music, losing yourself in the moment Because we have nothing more than this very second You can't count on the one coming after, no one's sure about the one before So forget about it, we live here and now dude Here and now, here and now, here and now So get on down down down down down down down down down down down down down down New York City is where the freaks come to be free And if I can't get my freak on, see I'ma hang up Giuliani He can sic his lackeys on me But you can't stop a new age dawning Yeah So if you got hips, shake 'em And if you got fears, forsake 'em Giuliani's got his rules but we ain't no fools Let's break 'em Yeah, yeah So if you got hips, shake 'em And if you got fears, forsake 'em Giuliani's got his rules but we don't give a shit Let's break 'em Let's, let's, let's break 'em Let's break 'em down And on the way We'll make 'em say, make 'em say Everybody cut (Dance) Everybody cut (Dance) Everybody cut, footloose Everybody cut (Dance) Everybody cut (Dance) Everybody cut, footloose Now everybody cut And shake that butt And on the way We'll make 'em say, make 'em say [Instrumental]