hot sun, beat-ing down, bur-ning my feet just walk-ing a-round. hot sun, ma-king me sweat, ga-tors get-ting close has-n't got me yet. i can't dance, i can't talk, on-ly thin' a-bout me is the way i walk. i can't dance, i can't sing, i'm just stan-ding here, sell-ing ev-ery-thing. blue jeans, sit-ting on the beach, her dog's talk-ing to me, but she's out of reach. mmm, she's got a bo-dy un-der that shirt, but all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt, cos i can't dance, i can't talk, on-ly thing a-bout me is the way i walk. i can't dance, i can't sing, i'm just stan-ding here, sell-ing. oh, and chec-king ev-ery-thing is in place, you ne-ver know who's a-look-ing on. young punk spil-ling beer on my shoes, fat guys talk-ing to me, try-na steal my blues. thick smoke, see her smil-ing through, i ne-ver thought so much could hap-pen just shoo-ting pool. but i can't dance, i can't talk, the on-ly thing a-bout me is the way that i walk. i can't dance, i can't sing, i'm just stan-ding here sel-ling. oh, and check-ing ev-ery-thing is in place, you ne-ver know who's a-look-ing on. a per-fect bo-dy, with a per-fect face. um-hum. no, i can't dance, i can't talk, the on-ly thing a-bout me is the way i walk. no, i can't dance, i can't sing, i'm just stan-ding here sel-ling ev-ery-thing. no, i can't walk. no i can't dance. no no no i can't dance. no i said i can't sing.