We all used to call him Jimmy the Geek,
He was a dumb-lookin', scrawny, little four-eyed freak.
He never used to hang around with the guys,
He'd just sit in the corner, attractin' the flies.
He wasn't much to look at, he never was very bright,
but at least there was one thing that he could do all right:
That boy could dance.
That boy could dance.
He was kind of a jerk, he was kind of a bore,
but the women would scream when he walked in the door,
'cause one thing I could tell you for sure:
That boy could dance.
Picking teams, he would always be last,
He couldn't run very far, he couldn't think very fast.
If he was on your side, you'd always lose,
The guy had a problem, even tying his shoes.
He never passed his drivers test he was always afraid of cars.
and he had a complexion that resembled the surface of Mars.
But that boy could dance.
That boy could dance, yeah.
Well, his hair was a mess and his clothes didn't fit,
He smelled pretty bad, and he drooled just a bit.
but you gotta admit:
boy, that boy could dance.
Now that boy is much older, he's got his own dance studio,
He's got a teeny bopper fan club, yeah, he's got his own TV show,
now he owns half of Montana, they all call him "Diamond Jim"
and you know I'd do anything if I could be just like him.
'Cause that boy could dance.
That boy could dance.
That boy could dance. (That boy could dance.)
That boy could dance. (That boy could dance.)
That boy could dance. (That boy could dance.)
That boy could dance, yeah (That boy could dance.)
I said that boy could dance! (That boy could dance.)
That boy could dance. (That boy could dance.)
That boy could dance. (That boy could dance.)