As I read the lines,
"Kill those f**g Yankees who have been torturing Iraqi captives
Kill those f***g Yankees who ordered them to torture
Kill their daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law and fathers
Kill them all slowly and painfully"
my feet were doing a little two-step as I sat and I could imagine myself and my partner doosey-dooing across the floor at the local Country Western emporium and then I read the line, "Come on Psy. We can’t dance to that," and you can just imagine how embarrassed I felt.  Never would made it on American Bandstand, I guess.