[Intro] Friday night at the NCO Club, DJ had the whole room turning up, 808s underneath our feet, Everybody moving with the beat. Lights down low, speakers loud, Bass rolling heavy through the crowd, Shoulders loose, nothing strange, Just another night outside the chain. [Verse 1] I was posted by the edge of the floor, Watching everybody asking for more, DJ cut it back, then dropped it again, Whole room bouncing with a hundred friends. Then the front door opened wide, Polished boots stepped slowly inside, Campaign hat sitting sharp and clean, Meanest silhouette I'd ever seen. Every breath caught mid-word, Not one chair scraped, not one glass stirred, He scanned the room from left to right, Like somebody failed inspection night. Then he planted both feet and lifted his chin, You could feel that trouble walking in. [Command] ATTEN-HUT! Every back went straight, Every hand hit the side, Whole room locked down, Nobody dared to slide. He stood there still, Let the silence grow, Then his boot hit once— And the speakers exploded. [Cadence] To your left! (To your left!) To your left! (To your left!) Keep that rhythm, Hold that line! (Hold that line!) Move those boots And stay on time! (Stay on time!) Left foot! Right foot! Sound off clear! One, two! Three, four! Bring that beat in here! [Hook] Attention on the dance floor! Sound off—one, two, three, four! Attention on the dance floor! Boots and bass gonna shake these doors! Attention on the dance floor! Fall in, then break formation! Attention on the dance floor! Move with military precision! [Verse 2] Then the drill sergeant stepped into the light, Hit an about-face exactly right, Shoulders rolled while his heels slid back, Every move landed square on track. Knife-hand cut through the laser glow, Quick two-step, then he dropped down low, Popped back up on the very next count, Like gravity needed his permission now. His hard-set face cracked into a grin, That was when the real fun kicked in, He pointed left and the left side moved, Pointed right and the right side grooved. We came in thinking he had shut it down, Now the drill sergeant ran the whole town, Nobody breathed, nobody dared— We just watched while he cleared the square. Then he shouted— Make a hole! And the crowd moved back, He took the center As the guitars attacked. [Instrumental Break] (Left!) (Right!) (Give him room!) (Go, Sergeant, go!) [Build] He marched through the rhythm, Then broke every rank, Heel hit the floor While the subwoofers cranked. One hand in the air, One boot on the beat, Thirty years of discipline Breaking loose through his feet. Then he pointed at us, And gave one command— Fall in! [Final Hook] Attention on the dance floor! Sound off—one, two, three, four! Attention on the dance floor! Whole club moving like a marching corps! Attention on the dance floor! Fall in, then break formation! Attention on the dance floor! Move with military precision! [Finale] Left side moving! Right side moving! Front line moving! Back line moving! Boots hit hard While the whole floor shook, Even the DJ Had to stop and look. No one standing, No one by the wall, When the drill sergeant danced, He commanded us all. Attention on the dance floor! One more time—let the whole room roar! Attention on the dance floor! Left, right, left—then give me more! Attention on the dance floor! Every soldier, every guest! Attention on the dance floor! Move until he calls— [Outro] Dismissed!
