[Verse 1: Disco-funk male lead, four-on-the-floor disco kick, choppy funk guitar] My boy's gettin' married and my wallet's on empty Four hundred for a suit and the salesman was friendly Tucked the tags up the sleeve like a card up a cheat Got the receipt in my sock and I'm light on my feet Walked in the hall and the aunties were lookin' Smell of the chicken, the gravy was cookin' Bride's uncle grabbed me, said you're lookin' so sharp I said thank you, sir, please don't touch that part Waiter with the red wine, I'm duckin' like a boxer Flower girl with juice, I'm movin' like a doctor Every drop of trouble I can see it from the door Rented my dignity and it's due back at four [Hook: Disco-funk male lead, full disco band, slap bass] Tags on, and I'm dancin' like I'm made of glass Wine stay away from me, frosting, let me pass I can party all night but it's goin' back Wednesday Tags on, I'm the cleanest man at the weddin' [Verse 2: Disco-funk male lead, faster disco-funk shouts, slap bass] Dance floor open and the band's on the stand Horns goin' crazy and I'm doin' what I can Did the splits halfway and I heard a little rip Checked the seam real quick, it's okay, it's the hip Cake comes out and the frosting's on the fly Bride's little cousin got a fork in his eye Everybody screamin', I'm the king of the night Not a speck on the jacket, I'm a saint in the light Tie on my head but I'm careful with the knot Sweat on my back and it's movin' a lot Pray for the armpits, pray for the hem Wednesday I'm a regular man again [Hook: Disco-funk male lead, full disco band, slap bass] Tags on, and I'm dancin' like I'm made of glass Wine stay away from me, frosting, let me pass I can party all night but it's goin' back Wednesday Tags on, I'm the cleanest man at the weddin' [Breakdown: Disco-funk male lead, slap-bass takeover, slap bass runs the groove under the voice] Wednesday mornin' and I'm walkin' it in Suit on a hanger and a sweat on my chin Man at the counter, I know that face Father of the bride and he's runnin' the place He looks at the tags, then he looks at me Says, son, you can dance, and he hands me the fee [Final Hook: Disco-funk male lead, full disco band slams back, raw full voice] Tags on, and I'm dancin' like I'm made of glass Wine stay away from me, frosting, let me pass I can party all night but it's goin' back Wednesday Tags on, I'm the cleanest man at the weddin' [Outro: Disco-funk male lead, disco groove rides out] Receipt in my sock and I'm smooth on my feet Tags on, baby, see you next week [End]
