Lyrics:

Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again
He seems to be stuck in the eighties
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
Well, 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
Studyin' the Kabbalah 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, 'cause I can't taste it anymore

My friend Greg says it's all good
As the eastern seaboard's blown away
Now everything is goin' 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 hangin' out with the lasses
'Cause they don't like the boys no more
No, and I can't take it anymore