The Bobs - Bulky Rhythm lyrics

I've got a bulky rhythm in my soul I'm much too happy for rock and roll I don't like funk, I can't stand punk My toes go limp with all that trendy junk I got a bulky rhythm in my soul I got a bulky rhythm in my feet I want to put my handclaps on the downbeat Drum machines and synthesizers, I can't take it no more Please, please make make it simple, like two-four! I got a bulky rhythm in my feet The Fat Room, the Fat Room That's where I find that bulky rhythm The Fat Room, the Fat Room Just roll out the barrel And let's all dance Accordions will wheeze and play And then we'll dance the night away His lederhosen fit real tight We'll two-step till the morning light I got a bulky rhythm in my memory Since the night I met my Henry He caught my eye standing over the band He took me in his arms and said a-one and a-two and I got a bulky rhythm in my memory The Fat Room, the Fat Room That's where I find that bulky rhythm The Fat Room, the Fat Room Just roll out the barrel And let's all dance Accordions will wheeze and play And then we'll dance the night away His lederhosen fit real tight We'll two-step till the morning light I got a bulky rhythm in my soul