The Walk

Attention everybody! I'm gonna show you a brand new dance It's called The walk, the walk, just let your body talk 'til you're deep in a trance You don't need no partner, you can walk all alone Whenever you feel the groove just let your body move, walkin' to a beat of your own Everybody walk your body, everybody walk Everybody walk your body, everybody walk Attention everybody! I said it ain't hard to do Just walk, walk, let your body talk, walkin' so cool Attention everybody! I said I just shined my shoes So you can let your body talk, just watch where you walk or your life you're gonna lose In other words, I'll walk you 'til you're dead The days of dancing in one place are gone And honey, you know you can't dance with them tight jeans on If you try to cop a dip, you trip, slip, and fall Walking's for the cool baby, put on a camisole Who? Me? I wear baggies, zip, snap, and drop Easy access baby Yes, before you get a chance to holler Stop! Besides, Rollo likes his freedom Ain't nothin' like a fresh pair of baggies Now I know that's right Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Damn, I'm 'bout to walk a hole in my Stacy Adams What time is it? Little cute guitar player, make your mama proud I want all of Detroit City to stand up, clap your hands! Alright you Polaroids, stay in time with the drummer Jellybean, don't be so mean Mr Jelly, turn it around Bass man walk downtown Go on and walk, Terry I don't think they heard ya What time is it? Rock City Well OK, if you put it that way Ain't nobody bad Cheerio We don't like policemen We don't like new wave We don't like television Say, hey baby, where you goin'? I'm going home I can't dance like that Well baby, that's because you got those jeans on to tight Now let's just take'em off What do you mean Let's just take'em off? Come on, take'em off I got something for you to wear Here, put this on Uh, you always keep lingerie in your glove department? None of my women wear gloves Now put this on But But my ass Hey, a play on words But all the girls will stare at me All the girls in this neighborhood already wear camisoles I know, but But, but that's because it's cool Now let's get them jeans off Ok, but I'm warning you Warning me about what? Mm, God, this zipper's tight Here, why don't you lay down? Um, that's what I'm tryin' to tell you Stop tryin' to tell me things and pull! But Come on, pull! I'm warning you Mary, sweet mother Jesus! I told you Damn baby, how'd you get all that in them jeans? It wasn't easy I know that's right, mmm! Well, I think you'd be more comfortable in this I'm sure I would I don't know Hurry up Grace, song's almost over My name's not Grace I know that, but hurry up Grace Man, these are weird I guess the tag goes in the back Hurry up! OK, OK, how do I look? Almost as good as me, now let's go! Hey Morris, what time is it? Who's the lovely lady? Introduce us I'll introduce you to a headache if you don't get out of my face! OK baby, now check this out We gonna walk 'til the song's over In other words, meet me at the bar in 32 measures, cool? Cool And if you're good, I'll let you work the stick in my ride Uh ha ha!