I took hold, with two sweaty hands
Of the lady's handles, and yanked her to humppa
The orchestra was playing, the noise was impossible
The feeling was in the ceiling, and I was really killing it
I humppa, I humppa
I humppa, I humppa
The bloody thing tried to resist
Then realized it's useless to fight anymore
The orchestra was playing, the noise was impossible
The feeling was in the ceiling, and I was really killing it
I humppa, I humppa
I humppa, I humppa
I humppa, I humppa
I humppa, I humppa
I humppa, I humppa
I humppa, I humppa