Written by Neville O'Riley Livingston
* Or we can dance if we want to.
We can leave your friends behind.
No one didn't tell you as to roam the streets.
But that's what happen when you rub-a-dubbing gets sweet.
You're lock so tight you don't even know when it's morning.
The music so right you don't even care about the (* this ya) dawning.
Yea now.
How does it feel to have been on the ballroom floor?
Or do you feel like you would a rock some more?
For a strictly rub-a-dub for sure.
And the dub and the waltz (* we got them) galop.
(* Galop, galop.)
Said you skank (dance) till you weary but you've got to stay awake.
When you waistline get dreary you couldn't (* would not) give it a break.
Put you round the ??? and you rub-a-dubbing.
You heavy skanking and you daylight jamming.
* I said we got them some more.
We got them galop.
We got them for sure.
We got them galop.
Galop, galop.
* Ballroom Floor '93 additional lyrics