wheelchair_groover

No more knockbacks, no more shame
Doesn't need to dance to play the game
He knows what he needs to set his trap
Nanna's crocheted blankie on his lap

Yeah he's well prepared as he settles into his chair
The spokey-dokeys sing to him:
"Cling clang clink a dong ding"

Smooth and lean, his legs unseen
Casually he cruises onto the scene
Instantly the girls rush to his side
Smirks as his victims sympathise

Yeah he's well prepared as they swarm around his chair
The spokey-dokeys signalling:
"Cling clang clink a dong ding
Cling clang clink a dong ding, ding-a-ling"

He's a wheelchair groover yeah
The metallic chick magnet yeah
He's the wheelchair groover yeah
With the scene-stealing manoeuver yeah, yeah, yeah

The laser beams bounce off his gleaming wheels
He's their superman, their man of steel
The last song fades, all want to lend a hand
All wanna push him up his special ramp

Yeah he's well prepared as they squabble over his chair
The spokey-dokeys beckoning
"Cling clang clink a dong ding
Cling clang clink a dong ding, ding-a-ling"

He's a wheelchair groover yeah
The metallic scene stealer yeah
He's the wheelchair groover yeah
With the top secret manoeuver yeah, yeah, yeah