Do the Devin

Yeah I got that new dance for you
It's called The Devin
We only doing it if we can't do them dance moves we used to do no more
Or our kids want us to pick them up off the floor

I can't believe I was invited to this
Party with a bunch of old friends
They talk, they laugh, they reminisce
About the old days before we had kids
I brought drinks, they brought food
Everybody vibing in a good mood
I'm an introvert, I swear I'm not rude
Then someone says, let's play some music dude
Before too long they all started to dance
Couples paired up with hips on hands
I see my wife she gives me that glance
But then I feel a small tug on my pants
It's my kid, he is done
Playing with all the other little ones
I say go play he's had enough
Daddy, will you please pick me up

Do the Devin, Do the What
The dance move if you are thirty years plus
And your kids want you to pick them up
Or you can't do them old moves because
It hurts when you bend your knees
And your kids will not stop screaming
Pick them up and kiss their cheek
Boop their nose and rock and swing

Now every good dance will explain the steps
First pick up your kid up and then next
Lay his head down on your shoulder and neck
Then pat his back and tell him to rest
Bounce to the beat to the left and right
Whisper to him softly tell him he's alright
Try to stretch your back cause he's not light
Look up to God and pray he might
Fall asleep in your arms. Don't be loud
Continue to converse with rest of the crowd
Goal is be able to lay him down
On a bed of pillows on the left side of the couch
That ain't gonna happen so continue to move
Left to the right, feeling the groove
Try to cheer up that toddler's mood
Doing your thing, like a parent do

Do the Devin, Do the What
The dance move if you are thirty years plus
And your kids want you to pick them up
Or you can't do them old moves because
It hurts when you bend your knees
And your kids will not stop screaming
So pick them up and kiss their cheek
Boop their nose and rock and swing

Let's be real my kid saved me though
I pretend to have rhythm, but know I don't
Look at my son like thank you bro
Cause I didn't belong on that dance floor
I'm off to the side, feeling the beat
Swinging my hips, grinning my teeth
Bouncing a bit, moving my feet
But not too much, don't look at me
Now some of y'all still got it like that
But this song is for the mom and the dads
That used to dance and rock to these tracks
But now they need icy hot all on they back
If they try to dance, do something cool
Drop it low like they did in high school
Ooh that hurt, something pulled
Shoutout parent millennials

Do the Devin, Do the What
The dance move if you are thirty years plus
And your kids want you to pick them up
Or you can't do them old moves because
It hurts when you bend your knees
And your kids will not stop screaming
So pick them up and kiss their cheek
Boop their nose and rock and swing