Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again  He seems to be stuck in the 80's  He wears his members only jacket  Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies    And all the white folks shake their asses  Looking for the two and four  I'll have mine in martini glasses  Cause I can't take it anymore    These are the days of empty kitchens  The rise and fall of Mary Ellen's hairdo  I think she's found a new religion  Studying the Kabalah in her J Crew    And all the rich kids shake their asses  Looking for the two and four  Well I'll have mine with Blackstrap molasses  Cause I can't taste it anymore  No I can't taste it anymore    My friend Greg says it's all good  As the eastern seaboard's blown away  Now everything is going half-price  So look at all the money we saved    And all the politicians shake their asses  Looking for the backdoor  I'll just be hanging out with the lasses  Cause they don't like the boys no more  No and I can't take it anymore