Lyrics:

For a second I'll be the fashion police
And I'm just looking at your garms
You been on too many catalogue sprees
With your grannyfied curtain designs
You're hurting my eyes
You really should revise your dress sense before you walk on by
I'm kinda mixed up in this disco inferno
Baggy jeans and a tight top, lemonade and Pernod
I'm sticking out like a sore thumb
But I ain't concerned though
No, uh oh, oh oh oh (boogie)

(Chorus (repeat 2x))
Fling on an Adidas hoodie and just boogie woogie with me
Oooh...
Or you can just
Put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you, get loose, can you?

So I was up in this trendy bar mingling
My keys around my neck were jingling
And you was looking at me like it was my bling
You was staring at me like to say I was Ginger
I was dishing out the same dirty looks
Trust me you're the minger

Errrr, who's she, who's that, who's her??
The bouncer was approaching me
'Cos I was dressed really inappropriately
No hood, no hats, no this, no that
Let's roll, uh 'oll 'oll 'oll...(out!)

(Chorus (2x))

Right everybody
If you've got someone who can't dress properly
Yeah you need to direct them this way

Why not just cut up all your old clothes and make a quilt
So I can wrap myself up when I'm feeling cold
Why not dash your ugly boots on the fire and then dump charcoal
If you're not feeling the way that your bredgin is dressin'
Don't be stressin', send them in my direction please
Black shoes, white socks, no uh oh
Polka dots, no uh oh
Flowery frocks, no uh oh
Just boogie woogie with me!!!

(Chorus repeat until end)