Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor

Check the lyrics:

Too many dicks on the dance floor
Too many dicks on the dance floor
(Too many dicks)
Too many dicks on the dance floor
(Too many dicks)
Too many dicks on the dance floor
(Too many dicks)

Going to the party
Sippin’ on Barcadi
I wanna meet a hottie
But there’s Adam, Steve and Marty
There’s Billy Tod and Tommy
They’re on leave from the army
The only boobs I see tonight will be made of origami

Tell the fellas make it understood
It aint no good if there’s too much wood
Make sure you know before you go
The dance floor bro/ho ratio
Five to One is a brodeo
Tell Steve and Mike its time to go
Wait outside all night to find
Twenty dudes in a conga line

Too many dicks on the dance floor
(Easy to fix)
Too many dicks on the dance floor
(Spread out the dicks)

Too many dudes with too many dicks
Too close to my shit
Too hard to meet chicks
I need better odds
More broads, less rods
I came to do battle, Scadaddle with the Cattle-Prods

Too many men
Too many boys
Too many misters
Not enough sisters
Too much time on too many hands
Not enough ladies too many mans

Too many dicks
Too many dongs
Too many shlongs
Now sing this song

Too many dicks on the dance floor
Too many dicks on the dance floor
Too many dicks
Too many dicks on the dance floor
Too many dicks
Too many dicks on the dance floor
(Too many dicks)

Going to the party
Sipping on Barcadi
I wanna meet a hottie
But there’s Alex, Steve and Roddy,
There’s Billy, Ted and Tommy
They’re over from the army,
The only boobs I’ll see tonight would be made of oragami
Tell the fella’s, Make it understood
It aint no good, if there’s too much wood
Make sure you know, before you go
The ddancefloor bro hoe ratio
Five to One is a rodeo
Tell Steve and Mike i’ts time to go
Wait outside all night to find
Twenty dudes in a conga line

Too many dicks on the dance floor
East to fix
Too many dicks on the dance floor
Spread out the dicks

Too many dudes, with too many dicks
Too close to my shit
Too hard to meet chicks
I need better odds,
More broads, less rods
I came to do battle, Scadadle with the Cattle-Prods

Too many men
Too many boys
Too many misters
Not enough sisters
Too much time on few many hands
Not enough ladies, too many mans

Too many dicks
Too many dongs
Too many shlongs
Now sing this song