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Ray William Johnson
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Ray William Johnson
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Epileptic
Epileptic
Chilaxin' out with Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen
They want to check this new joint, Club Convulsion
And we put our ass in motion
All my stupid friends rolled up and the D.J
Looked like Superman, if he were homeless
And standing by the bar, douchebag was hitting on a tranny
Oh wait that's Hillary Clinton there
With Dick Cheney, who was killin' a kitten
I saw Shaq, Jack Black and J-Lo
I even saw that one guy from that one show
I saw alcoholic Jews and fat truckers
And Oprah was there like "I'm Oprah, fucker!"
And everything was good 'til the second
Homeless Superman put on this record
I stood there with my friends and the Olsen Twins
As he spins everybody had convulsions
Dance, dance, dance like you're having a seizure
Move, move, move like you're having a fit
Shake, shake, shake, this is causing a spasm
Epileptic Techno
Epileptic
Epileptic
Now I ain't trying to disrespect epileptics
But the music he played made the place go hectic
The speakers on the deck became disconnected
All the alcoholic Jews were suddenly naked
I felt my muscles expand and contract
I passed out on the dance floor laying on my back
Reality started fading, cutting in and out
I woke up when an Olsen Twin threw up in my mouth
And we were hoping we could leave at our leisure
But the whole fuckin' theater was havin' a seizure
Except Oprah, the music didn't touch her
Still standing hard (I'm Oprah, fucker!)
I saw the D.J. loadin' another disc
With most of the party still foaming at the lips
I grabbed my friends and headed for the exit
When Homeless Superman started spinnin' that next hit
Dance, dance, dance like you're having a seizure
Move, move, move like you're having a fit
Shake, shake, shake, this is causing a spasm
Epileptic Techno
Epileptic
Epileptic
We woke up once again from my seizure
I wiped Mary Kate's vomit from my T-shirt
We slid out the back like greased up butter
We saw Oprah there (I'm Oprah, fucker!)
We made it out alive, booyah!
We all stood around like
"What are we going to do now?"
We picked a new club, what'd we get?
We somehow rolled up to Club Tourettes?
The music there gave everyone a tick
And every time it played the whole place would twitch
And shift and switch and bitch and talk shit like
"Ass, barf, barf, ass, bark, piss!"
"Barf, piss, ass, ass, barf, barf, piss, ass, ass, piss!"
We ran away like a jet propulsion
Man, I guess we'll go back to Club Convulsion
Dance, dance, dance like you're having a seizure
Epileptic Techno, Epileptic Techno
Oh, no, not having a seizure
Epileptic Techno, Epileptic Techno
Dance, dance, dance like you're having a seizure
Epileptic Techno, Epileptic Techno
Oh, no not having a seizure
Epileptic Techno, Epileptic Techno
(You little bastards, thought y'all knew Oprah!)
(Don't make me come over there and fuck you!)
Writer(s): Ray William Johnson, Jesse Cale Burkett
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