**The band's already gone through three fiddles and workin' on a fourth!**
(( Fourth fiddler gets worn out; enter JENNIFER LOPEZ ))
%% Can't believe I'm playing this dive. Some desperate red-bearded guy slipped me a bundle to change up my lyrics, so I can fly out to the Bronx tonight, thank God! So here goes . . . %
Don't be fooled that I look straight at first glance
I'm just, I'm just Randall from the Dance
Used to have a little, now a lot in my pants
No matter where I go I know were I came from... [from the dance!]
Don't be confused by my quest for romance
I'm just, I'm just Randall from the Dance
I wanna get Twist's fist around my lance
No matter where I go I know were I came from... [from the dance!]
Don't be fooled -- I'm really watching Jack's pants
I'm just, I'm just Randall from the Dance
His fanny got me in a hypnotic trance
No matter where I go I know were I came from... [from the dance!]