I sit up from my dreaming
And my cable's humming away
It comes on with no warning
I groan instead, feeling just waylaid
The vain nut is but wired
Man, Woz just mires, unsure of himself
Hey there maybe, he could use just a bigger belt

You can't spark desire
You can't spark desire without some scars
His buns perspire
Steve a-dripping on Dancing With The Stars

Images keep getting queerer
Audio's gone and he's grooving down in space
He pecks her nook as he steers her
I wanna change my clothes, I swear I'm 'faced
Man I ain't getting no air
I'm just writhing in a numb abyss
There's something happening, unfair
Maybe he just knows what it is

You can't jar this squire
You can't jar this squire, he's so bizarre
This chump's inspired
Steve a-tripping on Dancing With The Stars

He's just a clown getting bolder
Hairy bloke on a tear for all to see
He'll fake a twirl as he holds her
And then maybe he'll wrack his knee

Prayin' the geeks of his town
That they'll be marking him up all night
I'd say I'm blotto and grungy
Hey maybe I'm just about barking in fright
I'm driven to distraction
I'm sick of sipping down beer trying to spite this schmuck
I need the satisfaction
Come on now maybe they will bust his luck

He can't chart no higher
Smitten down sighing over a votin' farce
His run's expired
Steve a-slipping on Dancing With The Stars

You can't spark his ire
Worrying about his bitter whirl falling in shards
His fun's retired
Steve a-slipping on Dancing With The Stars
Steve a-dipping his fancy dancing tart
Steve a-stripping his partner's leotards
Steve a-ripping some rancid dancing farts

Hey lady