Ooh, Ahh, GaGa

America is obsessed with Lady GaGa, that pop sensation who wears rediculous costumes, fixes her hair into out-of-this-world styles, and shocks the nation time and time again. (Two words: The Grammys). Here's the real version of perhaps her most popular tune, Just Dance, written by none other than moi.

Just Dance
(Or Else)
By Lady GaGa Ft. Akon & Colby O'Donis
And Queen Maxine

RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh-oh, eh
It's best if we just tell you our names now. We'll be too wasted to remember them by the end of the song.

I've had a little bit too much, much
Jagerbombs! Jagerbombs! Jagerbombs!

All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
Ugh, am I gonna puke on my date again?

How does he twist the dance?
Do the hokey pokey, and turn yourself around...

Can't find a drink, oh man
WHERE'S THE BARTENDER?!

Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
I'm going to be locked out, fall asleep on the porch with my skirt around my ankles, and get woken up when the newspaper delivery boy hits on the head with the morning Times.

What's going on on the floor?
Lost my shoes again.

I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
What? Britney Spears?!

Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
Mom will take away my wig if I forget where I am again!

I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Don't worry, girl. It's happened before.

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
I'm not really sure what's going on, so I'm gonna flail around wildly and spin in circles.
Yay!