Hail to the Nutter

There’s always one nutter with too many drinks
Who gets up to dance on a limb,
And, as he cavorts like a monkey, he thinks
That Travolta has nothing on him.

And when the song ceases, he takes the applause
And waves to the sarcastic throng,
And, though perspiration just drips from his pores,
He’s up for the very next song.

Oh, hail to the nutter for strutting his stuff,
And dancing for our entertainment,
But someone please tell him that once is enough,
‘Tis a goal that deserves some attainment.