A raucous improvised party performance where multiple speakers trade lines in call-and-response style, chanting about dancing, feeling good, and staying in a trance. Set in "club Titanic," the energy builds through repetition and humor, with speakers urging the crowd to keep dancing "hardly, hardly."
Throw your hands in the sky if anybody got $5 in their pocket right now. I call this club Titanic.
Why?
'Cause it's going down.
I love long songs.
Dance. Ain't like I got you good romance.
We feel good.
Got us in a trance while I'm out.
I said we dance. Put your hands up, put your hands down. Feeling so good. Floating off the ground. T-bone and total. Always make the party go hardly, hardly.
Stop all night long.
Going past the end of the song. Is there anything else going on?
Didn't think so. So bring it on.
I love them dogs.
I love them dogs. I love them dogs.
