Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor Songtext

Sippin' on Bacardi.
Wanna meet a hottie,
But there's Adam, Steve and Marty.
There's Billy, Todd and Tommy,
They're on leave from the army.
The only boobs I'll see tonight will be made of origami.

[Bret]
Tell the players, make it understood.
It ain't no good if there's too much wood.
Make sure you know before you go,
The dance floor bro-hoe ratio.
Five to one is a brodeo,
Tell Steve and Mike it's time to go.
Wait outside all night to find,
Twenty dudes in a conga line.

Too many dicks on the dance floor.
(Easy to fix.)
Too many dicks on the dance floor. (Spread out the dicks.)

[Dave]
Too many dudes,
With too many dicks,
Too close to my shit,
Too hard to meet chicks.
I need better odds,
More broads, less rods.
I came to do battle...
Scadaddle with the cattle prods.

[Jemaine]
Too many men,
Too many boys,
Too many misters,
Not enough sisters.
Too much time on, too many hands...
Not enough ladies, too many mans.

[Jemaine]
Too many dicks,
Too many dongs.
Too many schlongs,
Now sing this song.