Girly ring me up
Tell me that we goin clubbin
Headin’ downtown
Style bound
Hotter than an oven
But to execute the action and majority impress
Be the bee’s knees
Step up your style of dress
Toss your touch screen phone for a sequined cane
Trade jeans for trousers
See me struttin down the lane
Top it off with ya top hat
Shiny black shoes
Pocket watch or wrist, any timepiece’ll do
We goin’ clubbin

Mustache waxed
Got my suspenders and belt
When zilla putting on the ritz
You know you gotta cry for help
It's like "Ooh, boy, feelings that ain't never been felt"
I’m the sun
You're the butter and you're startin’ to melt

Not a drugstore cowboy
The flappers all agree
Apotheosis of hip?
ZP! Can’t you see?
Ample fashion and grace
Such a dapper face
Stunning features top science can’t replicate or replace
Pace yourself
I ain’t here to outshine
Upgrade, reconfigure be the zest of the rind
Every trend’s gotta’ start sometime
If you won’t pull your own trigger
Then pull mine
Here we go!

Clubbin it up
Til the sun goes down
We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town
Give a nod to a stranger
And wackity do
With the fancy lads
And their crew

Clubbin it up
Til the sun goes down
We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town
Ballin' like a melon baller
Raggety jazz
Light 'em up with your razzamatazz

See how I roll
In the club
All the ladies gimme' looks
More love
Even fellas start
With the compliments
Young gents
In wonder and awe
They point, finger-waggle
Stutter-spoken, slack-jawed

But wait
What's this?
Naw it never could be
Instead of flattery
They're actually
All laughin' at me
And all my fancy fly gear
Is the reason for the teasin'
Like a sauce without a season
You can really sink your teeth in

"I can't believe this
Y'all gotta' see this
Sucker wearin' props
From a 20's movie B-list"

I'm feelin' spongy
Soakin' up your lip and sass
My cummerbund is wack?
Well least I got class

Clubbin it up
Til the sun goes down
We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town
Give a nod to a stranger
And wackity do
With the fancy lads
And their crew

Clubbin it up
Til the sun goes down
We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town
Raise a pantleg
Let your toes unfurl
Show your blingfoot to the world

"Blingfoot? I've never heard of that... what?"
It's bedazzling your footwear.
"Both?" Just one!
Gotta' have one flashy
And the other one grounded
One for the party
Leave the other how you found it

I'm so sassy with the subs on my gramophone
I'm so pimp usin' cans for a telephone
Got no need for a pulse or dialtone
Where did everybody go?

Clubbin it up
Til the sun goes down
We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town
Give a nod to a stranger
And wackity do
With the fancy lads
And their crew

Clubbin it up
Til the sun goes down
We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town
Zilla thought he had it good
But what do you know?
He's the center of attention
And the laugh of the show

Clubbin it up
Til the sun goes down
We gonna' set fire to this sleepy town
Zilla thought he had it good
But what do you know?
He's the center of attention
And the laugh of the show