Bulky Rhythm
Bobs
My, I'm Large
Bulky Rhythm
I've got a bulky rhythm in my soul
I'm much too happy for rock and roll
I don't like funk, I can't stand punk
My toes go limp with all that trendy junk
I got a bulky rhythm in my soul
I got a bulky rhythm in my feet
I wanna put my handclaps on the downbeat
Drum machines and synthesizers, I can't take it no more
Please, please make make it simple, like two-four!
I got a bulky rhythm in my feet
The Fat Room, the Fat Room
That's where I find that bulky rhythm
The Fat Room, the Fat Room
Just roll out the barrel
And let's all dance
Accordions will wheeze and play
And then we'll dance the night away
His lederhosen fit real tight
We'll two-step till the morning light
I got a bulky rhythm in my memory
Since the night I met my Henry
He caught my eye standing over the band
He took me in his arms and said a-one and a-two and
I got a bulky rhythm in my memory
The Fat Room, the Fat Room
That's where I find that bulky rhythm
The Fat Room, the Fat Room
Just roll out the barrel
And let's all dance
Accordions will wheeze and play
And then we'll dance the night away
His lederhosen fit real tight
We'll two-step till the morning light
I got a bulky rhythm in my soul