Lyrics: Year Of The Tan

I can shake a stick at all the living
Got two holes in my hands
It's not enough to feed a nation
I'm not just another fan
I see you looking at the living
Put it back in your pants
Do you need an invitation?
Mr. Wagon meet the band
I gotta dance
Shaking hips for a living
It's the year of the tan
Another Jagger imitation
Doing Liza as a man
No more waiting, time for living
Drinking wine in a can
It's my latest incarnation
Sweaty tickets in my hand

Hey wait a minute
I think I need a sec
I just wanna sit right here
I don't feel so good in this dress
Take a minute take a look at me
Tell me, tell me what you think you see
Do I give off a bubble effect?
Think I need another cigarette
Don't wanna
Take it easy
I don't wanna dance
Maybe later I'll be feeling good
Maybe greater than I thought I could
Something subtle gets me something sweet
Time with me isn't a two way street
Buying into the beauty myth
Telling everything, I'll take the fifth
Let it out and let me live it up
This isn't fun, I think I'll give it up
I don't wanna
Take it easy I don't wanna dance
Don't wanna
Sit down here and watch me eat to the beat
Maybe later I'll be feeling good
Maybe greater than I thought I could
Possibilities I can't ignore
C'mon baby let's get on the floor