We got the horses moving.
We got woofers grooving.
We got the Waylon wailing.
Everybodys head is bobing.
I got the muffler flowing.
I got my horn a blowing.
I got the rubber burning down on all fours.
Pull in the club,
We hear the bang bang.
Roll through the door.
Everybody hang hang.

Chorus:
Four on the floor,
Feel the beat in your soul.
Moving to the rythem,
Bumping till you can't take no more.
Dance if you want to.
Do what you came to.
You can't numb the feeling of that four on the floor.

D.J. is really wicking.
He got that old school mixing.
The fellows heads are spinning.
All the girls are finger licking.
We got the bubbly bubbling.
I got her shoulders rubbing.
And I got my game a spitting,
Kicking it in low.
She grabs my arm,
Pulls me to the main stage.
Out on the floor,
Everybody sang sang.

Chorus:
Four on the floor,
Fell the beat in your soul.
Moving to the rythem,
Bumping till you can't take no more.
Dance if you want to.
Do what you came to.
You can't numb the feeling of that four on the floor.

Take a little walk outside.
Hunny wants to see my ride.
You know I think I might
turn on a little Barry White.

Chorus:
Four on the floor,
Feel the beat in your soul.
Moving to the rythem,
Bumping till you can't take no more.
Dance if you want to.
Do what you came to.
You can't numb the feeling of that four on the floor.