Dinner Dance - A Song

[With apologies to Men without Hats … yet another sentence on the internet that I never thought I would see in my lifetime. Posting a day early because of the holiday.]

I can dance if I need to;
I will leave rope bones behind.
Because you have my dish,
And fulfilled my wish,
Oh boy! It’s dinner time!

Oh, I will dance till I’m fed it,
I will huff and prance and wag.
If you don’t feed me within
The next ten seconds,
Life becomes a real big drag.

I can dance. (And eat!)

I can prance if I need to,
If it makes you feed me fast.
And I can move real neat
As I tap near your feet,
If you give me what thou now hast.

See, I can groove if I want to,
I can move these feet so swift.
Or I’ll be really rude
If I don’t get the food.
You don’t want to see me miffed.

I say, dinner dance, dinner dance;
Just about to lose control.
Dinner dance, dinner dance;
Dang it, give me the bowl!
Dinner dance, dinner dance;
Get my food out of your hands.
Dinner dance, dinner dance;
My eyes will burn you like bra-a-ands.

Dinner dance. How it makes me prance. Well, the dinner dance.

I can dance for my dinner,
And leave dignity behind.
If it has more than kibble,
My drool will start to dribble,
My hoofing makes it taste just fine.

I can dance if I have to;
I’ll leave squeaky toys behind.
Now I have my dish,
With leftover shish
Kebabs! Life is so fine!

I say, dinner dance, dinner dance;
Shaking my tail while I eat.
Dinner dance, dinner dance;
I got leftover meat!
Dinner dance, dinner dance;
My munching makes a loud din.
Dinner dance, dinner dance;
Eating like famine’s set i-i-in.

Dinner dance. It’s a dinner dance. Well a dinner dance.

Well it’s dinner dance.
It’s like I have ants.
Down inside my pants.
If I did wear pants.

It’s my dinner dance.
It’s a hit in France.
Well it’s my dinner dance.
All over this manse.

Well it’s my dinner dance! (Cha-cha-cha)