The Sox won the series, with help from the pen
And all Pap wants to do is dance, dance
Manny was Manny, he acts like he’s ten
And all Pap wants to do is dance
Papi’s spraying champagne, his favorite drink
And all Pap wants to do is dance, dance
Beckett was awesome, the missing link
And all Pap wants to do is dance

Rockies walking off the field with tears in their eyes
And all Pap wants to do is dance, dance, dance
The fans were waving towels, but their momentum dies
And all Pap wants to do is

All Pap wants to do is dance
Without his pants
He just throws the heat, jigs with his feet
We’re gonna party (whoo!)
We’re gonna get down (whoo!)
All Pap wants to do is
All Pap wants to do is dance

Well, Ellsbury doesn’t hang around, he just doesn’t lounge
And all Pap wants to dance, dance
He flashes the leather on all the balls he can scrounge
And all Pap wants to do is dance
And Lowell did the job, won an MVP or two
So all Pap wants to do is dance, dance
Pedroia was on fire, and there’s nothing he can’t do
And all Pap wants to do is
All Pap wants to do is dance
Without his pants

Well, the Sox went home to Boston
And brought the trophy out
They paraded down the streets
And they all began to shout
They said “We still hate them Yankees”
And A-Rod just won’t do
We’ll lose more money
Plus, all Pap wants to do is dance

Without his pants,
He wore the kilt, didn’t bear no guilt
He wants to party (Whoo!)
He wants to get down (Whoo!)
All Pap wants to do is
All Pap wants to do is dance
Without his pants

All Pap wants to do is dance