Off The Floor
The Key of Awesome Lyrics


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J-Lo, my name ain't on the list
Come down here, and tell 'em I'm with you
It's a new infestation
This is a Wow Wow Wubsy
Of Bridge tunnel people
Get off the floor, drunky, lay on your side, dummy

Let me introduce you, to the skanks and douche-bags in the soul-destroying line at the club

I'm confused (confused)
And I don't really know, when I get off the train, which exit to use (to use)
Drives me insane, they all look the same, which one do I choose? (choose)
My G.P.S. is a big 'ole mess, and I ruined my shoes (shoes)
Tripped and fell on my ass, and all the children laughed, now I got a big bruise (bruise)
What the hell did I do to deserve this abuse?
Damn, ple-ple-ple-please, check the list again
I gotta go meet my friend, Dolly

If you ain't fabulous, you will be ignored
When dancing, be aware of people with sores
I think we need a clean up in aisle four
Point and laugh at the poor
They can't get in the door
Pits stink when the creeps put their drinks up

Leave your dignity and shame at the door
Squeeze your size ten butt into a size four
So many tools here, it's like a hardware store
The roofies, the guidos, dancin' like they're spastic
The stinky cheap cologne, the sexual harassment (Dali)

Piss your cash away on twenty-dollar cosmos at the club
Pick up your phone J-Lo, it's Pitbull; Llamame
Trust me when I say, you'll never bang the shot girl at the club
Not if I don't get inside I won't, Dalai
I've got such a big butt that, when I dance, it hits the floor
Yo, true dat, I can hear that badonkadonk from outside
La-la-la-la, I don't feel like writing lyrics anymore
Fa-la-la-la, la

This shit is whack, son, I'm getting pissed
I'm about to give this mother trucker my fist
I ain't askin' for permission, man, I insist
Ah, dude, you're breakin' my wrist
Ow, ow-ow, ow, that hurts
Why you gotta go and get blood on my shirt?
I ain't never been a fighter, but I am a lover
Fine, you win, I'll pay the cover

I finally got inside, now it's time to do the booty slap
(This is the last call for alcohol, y'all) Say, what?!
The night is over, it's time for me to go and take a nap

ΒΏJ-Lo? ΒΏQue paso?




I'm outside, para tres horas en la linea; Esta muy frio alla!
ΒΏPor que me tratas asi, J-Lo?

Overall Meaning

The song "Off The Floor" by The Key of Awesome is a satirical take on the superficiality and exclusivity of nightlife culture. The opening lyrics reveal the singer's frustrations with being denied entry to a club due to their name not being on "the list." They turn to J-Lo for help, as she embodies the celebrity and status that grants instant admission to such places. The chorus advises club-goers to leave their dignity and shame at the door, indicating the debauchery that awaits them once inside. The verses continue to detail the absurdity of the scene, from the confusion of the multiple exits in a subway station to people squeezing into clothes that are too small for them to fit in.


Humorous references are made to the various archetypes present in the club - the skanks, douche-bags, guidos, and shot girls. Additionally, there is a repetitive chorus that reminds listeners that if you are not "fabulous," you will be ignored, and if you are poor, you will not be allowed entry. The singer eventually gains entry to the club but encounters a fight, further accentuating the violent and aggressive nature of the scene. The song concludes with J-Lo standing outside in the cold, waiting for hours to enter the club, revealing the transient and unattainable nature of the superficial scene.


Line by Line Meaning

J-Lo, my name ain't on the list
Let me introduce you, to the skanks and douche-bags in the soul-destroying line at the club


Come down here, and tell 'em I'm with you
If you ain't fabulous, you will be ignored


It's a new infestation
Leave your dignity and shame at the door


This is a Wow Wow Wubsy
Squeeze your size ten butt into a size four


Of Bridge tunnel people
So many tools here, it's like a hardware store


Get off the floor, drunky, lay on your side, dummy
Piss your cash away on twenty-dollar cosmos at the club


Let me introduce you, to the skanks and douche-bags in the soul-destroying line at the club
Make sure to point and laugh at the poor


I'm confused (confused)
Trying to navigate this club is harder than rocket science


And I don't really know, when I get off the train, which exit to use (to use)
I keep getting lost in this club like a small child


Drives me insane, they all look the same, which one do I choose? (choose)
How many exits does this club need?!


My G.P.S. is a big 'ole mess, and I ruined my shoes (shoes)
My GPS lied to me and now my shoes are ruined


Tripped and fell on my ass, and all the children laughed, now I got a big bruise (bruise)
I fell and now I have a huge bruise on my bum


What the hell did I do to deserve this abuse?
Why did I agree to come to this club?


Damn, ple-ple-ple-please, check the list again
Can someone check if my name is on the list again?


I gotta go meet my friend, Dolly
I need to find my friend and get out of this club ASAP


If you ain't fabulous, you will be ignored
Nobody in this club cares about you unless you're fabulous


When dancing, be aware of people with sores
Be careful when dancing not to bump into people with open sores


I think we need a clean up in aisle four
This club is so disgusting that it needs to be cleaned


Point and laugh at the poor
Make fun of people who can't get into the club


They can't get in the door
Some people just don't have what it takes to get into the club


Pits stink when the creeps put their drinks up
The club smells bad because of creepy guys spilling their drinks


Leave your dignity and shame at the door
You will have to do some embarrassing things to get into this club


Squeeze your size ten butt into a size four
Wear clothes that are way too small for you to fit in with the crowd


So many tools here, it's like a hardware store
There are so many losers in this club


The roofies, the guidos, dancin' like they're spastic
The types of people in this club are questionable at best


The stinky cheap cologne, the sexual harassment (Dali)
The smell in this club is unbearable and people won't stop touching you


Piss your cash away on twenty-dollar cosmos at the club
You will spend all of your money on overpriced drinks at this club


Pick up your phone J-Lo, it's Pitbull; Llamame
Call me J-Lo, let's party!


Trust me when I say, you'll never bang the shot girl at the club
You don't have a chance with the shot girl, so don't even try


Not if I don't get inside I won't, Dalai
I need to get into the club to have any chance with the shot girl


I've got such a big butt that, when I dance, it hits the floor
I have a really big butt that gets in the way when I'm dancing


Yo, true dat, I can hear that badonkadonk from outside
Your butt is so big that I can hear it moving from outside


La-la-la-la, I don't feel like writing lyrics anymore
I'm too tired to come up with any more lyrics


Fa-la-la-la, la
Let's just listen to some music instead


This shit is whack, son, I'm getting pissed
I'm starting to get angry at this club


I'm about to give this mother trucker my fist
I might actually punch someone soon


I ain't askin' for permission, man, I insist
I don't need anyone's permission to have a good time


Ah, dude, you're breakin' my wrist
Ow, that really hurts


Ow, ow-ow, ow, that hurts
Ouch, seriously, stop hurting me


Why you gotta go and get blood on my shirt?
Now you've ruined my favorite shirt, not cool bro


I ain't never been a fighter, but I am a lover
I'm not normally a violent person, I'm all about love man


Fine, you win, I'll pay the cover
I give up, I'll just pay the entrance fee


I finally got inside, now it's time to do the booty slap
I can finally start enjoying myself and dance


(This is the last call for alcohol, y'all) Say, what?!
Oh no, the night is almost over


The night is over, it's time for me to go and take a nap
This night was a disaster, time to go home and sleep it off


ΒΏJ-Lo? ΒΏQue paso?
Hey J-Lo, what's up?


I'm outside, para tres horas en la linea; Esta muy frio alla!
I've been waiting outside in line for three hours, it's freezing out here!


ΒΏPor que me tratas asi, J-Lo?
Why do you keep doing this to me J-Lo?




Writer(s): Perez Armando Christian, Hajji Bilal, Jannusi Achraf, Khayat Nadir, Hermosa Gonzales Gonzalo, Hermosa Ulises, Hamid Kinda Vivianne, Sandell Geraldo Jacop

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Wade Wilson

Todd is better at being Pitbull than Pitbull is, it's insane.

MaskinJunior

Sad the internet campain to get Pitbul to be in a Key of Awesome failed. That would have been epic. https://youtu.be/WoMauyl0n3o

Jesus Moreno

In being a douchebag?

Jesus Moreno

Looks like we got a non nostalgic asswipe here

Enginelover15

@Monsieur Marques ??

Monsieur Marques

@The Shadow Man These bastards deserve too be burned!

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JpDV96

I cannot believe the lyrics of this parody has more sense than the original.

Danial Siavashani

Agree hahahaha

Kèla Bueno

That lady looks like lele pons 1:31

Jenni Calabrano A.

True

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