Dancing on the floor
But our movement is so poor
We look stiffer than Al Gore
But we don't notice

On the eighth glass of wine
To be fancy I try
And I fall on my behind
I am hopeless

And we've got as much rhythm
As Shaq on the line
When he shot like 50 percent
They stare at me, yeah
But I pay them no mind

White people, white people
Don't know what they're doing
Since we are white people, white people
We look really goofy

Here I am
Dancing to a whole other beat
Tripping over both my left feet
Born with white skin, so I'm clumsy

White people, white people
Don't know what they're doing
Since we are white people, white people
We look really goofy

I tried to bust a move
But what I busted was my ankle
But that does not prove
That I need a new hobby

I refuse to stand around
Sipping booze and acting snobby
Of my right to try to dance
No one can rob me

And we've got as much rhythm
As Shaq on the line
When he shot like 50 percent
They stare at me, yeah
But I pay them no mind

White people, white people
Don't know what they're doing
Since we are white people, white people
We look really goofy

Here I am
Dancing to a whole other beat
Tripping over both my left feet
Born with white skin, so I'm clumsy

White people, white people
Don't know what they're doing
Since we are white people, white people
We look really goofy