No Dancin' To Hanson

There are some things in life I refuse to do To my princples and virtues I must be true People give in to their temptations every day Certain muscial acts I tell myself stay away At the discos, it's time to move, no room for romancin' A sign clearly posted reads there's no dancin' to Hanson Teeny boppers weak in their knees Just wanna be Hanson groupies These boys still play with their Hotwheels and Lincoln Logs They are changing their stage name to Three Blonde Dawgs These boys are nothing to look at, no second glancin' There is a Hanson Haters Club that strictly opposes dancin' to Hanson The youngest boy fits in good with the little girls The middle one sparkles at night when donning his evening pearls The oldest one is considered the puppet master Kiss refused Hanson a remix of their song Plaster Caster Eventually they were drummed out of town, I believe they moved to Missourri, to a town called Branson What a paradise for them, a local disco that plays only music performed by Hanson