Versengold’s "Hey Hanna" is a cheeky love letter to everyone with two left feet. The narrator is perched at the bar, watching the whole world whirl around him, when Hanna’s eyes lock on his. Rather than pretend he can glide across the floor, he fights his way through the crowd just to blurt out the truth: "Hey Hanna, I can’t dance!" What follows is a hilarious confession of rhythmic ineptitude, complete with jokes about flamenco being a pink bird and a tutu that simply would not fit.
Yet beneath the comedy lies a sweet message. Instead of faking fancy footwork, the singer suggests something that actually feels natural to him: pogo dancing, the carefree up-and-down jump you find at rock and punk concerts. "Hey Hanna" celebrates self-acceptance, honesty, and the idea that fun matters more than flawless moves. It invites listeners to laugh at their own shortcomings and enjoy the music in whatever way feels right—even if that means bouncing like a pogo stick rather than waltzing across the parquet.