Can't get you out of my mind
You're a real fine guy
You're a ladies' guy
You're a real fine guy
God, I love those polyester suits
And the way you give that look
I gotta learn you're pick-up lines
I gotta see you're black book

Oooooo, baby!!! What'd you say?
Oooooo, baby!!! What'd you say?
Oooooo, baby!!! What'd you say?
Oooooo, baby!!!

Oooooo yeah!!! Or so you say
Oooooo yeah!!! Or so you say
Oooooo yeah!!! Or so you say
Oooooo yeah!!!

Going out clubbin' every night
Struttin' your stuff
What's that? You got one in your sights?
Gonna get in her muff
You go, boy! Yeah, you're the man!
You're a ladies' man
You're a real fine man

You know I want to be like you
I gotta learn your lines
You got a girl under each arm
All the time
Fuck her, fuck her real good
Just for me
You're the man
Even a blind man can see

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Chorus

Struttin' your stuff! All the time!
Struttin' your stuff! On down the line!
Struttin' your stuff! Right in her face!
Struttin' your stuff! It's no disgrace!
You're a ladies' man! Yeah, that is true!
You're a ladies' man! Wearing blue!
You're a ladies' man! With pick-up lines!
You're a ladies' man! Getting laid all the time!
You're a ladies' man!
You're a ladies' man!

GO!!!
(death metal sort of growling version of above "Disco Part")

Chorus