-written by Jeremy Gloff
THE STORY:
When people knock Florida it really irritates me. It rules here. And then there was the story about those two flamboyant boys we met in New York City...
INFLUENCES:
Going out dancing with the Spanish girls from work. High heels. Tight pants. Good times.
THE LYRICS:
Tampa's
cute boy in New York said
Silly little hat hanging off his head
I look to my friend and I laugh inside
He's got nothing on southern pride
So I dance to the left
Dance to the right
Love getting sweaty on a winter night
Dance to the left
Dance to the right
Party goin' down I-4 tonight
Whoa - Tampa better clap your hands
Whoa - Orlando better better clap your hands
Whoa - Miami better clap your hands
Whoa - Everybody clap your hands
My
favorite shoes and my favorite tee
Look in the mirror and I like what I see
Gonna rule the world give it my best shot
Gonna dance with the hottest friends I got
So I dance to the left
Dance to the right
Party going down south beach tonight
Bailando bailando
Ybor city best party I know
Whoa - Tallahassee better clap your hands
Whoa - Gainesville better clap your hands
Whoa - Panhandle and Keys better clap your hands
Whoa - Everybody clap your hands
Big buildings mean nothing to me
I'll keep my palmettos and my greenery
Humid humid everybody getting wet
Saved by the south and I'll never forget
All the problems problems drama drama drama
People from my past better stay away
You gotta save yourself - you gotta move forward
Gotta have pride in the place you live
Whoa - Jacksonville better clap your hands
Whoa - Lauderdale better clap your hands
Whoa - Whole world better clap your hands
Whoa - Everybody clap your hands