Fancy Pants

Hey there fancy pants play the songs that make us dance.
Play the tunes that make the ladies swoon.
A song for all the lonley hearts, shattered dreams, and broken parts.
It feels like sunny days are comin soon.

Hey Mr. Buttercup spin the wheel and try your luck.
The spot lights shinning bright tonight on you.
Bring along your lady friend, do a dance from way back when.
Tonights the night when all your dreams come true.

(instermental)

Hey there sour grapes down in the dumps, long in the face.
Chokin down your dinner all alone.
Feelin bad feelin blue tonight the rainbow ends with you.
So sit on down and make yourself at home.

So hey there fancy pants play the songs that make us dance.
Play the tunes that make the ladies swoon.
A song for all the lonley hearts, shattered dreams, and broken parts.
It feels like sunny days are comin soon.

Fancy pants, fancy pants, fancy pants, fancy pants.