The J train went rumbling by

And on it was a young man named Joe

It was well past 3

He was sittin’ half asleep

When three strange kids asked,

“Would you like to see a show?”

Joe said, “What kind?”

The first kid replied

“We call ourselves ‘The Dancin’ Thugs Three.’”

Joe said, “Sure,”

But before he knew it they were

Yap dancin’ right on top of his left cheek

Joe let out a yell

Gave up his wallet and his cell

He knew this dance, but never saw it done like this

The first kid spun around

Did the splits and touched the ground

They got off the train and blew Joe a little kiss

When reporters asked the next day

Joe said that he still felt strange

But there was one lesson he knows a little too well:

You can’t trust no kid

Wearin’ a tutu and Jordans

Tell him and his gang

They can dance to hell

And so now every time

I board a J train I’m

Looking out for this famous pack of kids.

I don’t have enough to lose

And I easily bruise.

That’s why I don’t like dancing