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Everybody put their hands together
And help me get some soul
Well
Hey hey hey
Ow wee
Listen
You a bad, bad missus
In them skin-tight britches
Runnin' folks in ditches
Baby, you're bound to bust your stitches, yeah
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Well, well, well, well, well, well
Just gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Hey hey
Ow wee
Listen
Na na na na na na na na na
Yeah
You a real fine lady
Though your walk's a little shady
Step on the strip on time
Cash money you're bound to find
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Skin-tight (skin-tight)
Well, well, well, well, well, well
Just gone, gone, gone
With your bad ass, whoa girl
Walk that walk, talk that talk, mama
Hey, now
Na na na na na na na na na
Yeah, uh
Shoop shoop shoop shoop
I broke my belly back now
Hey, hey
Foxy, foxy lady
Hey, keep on steppin' baby
Well, uh, shucks
Yeah, uh huh
Foxy, foxy lady
Yeah, uh huh, shucks
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Keep on steppin' baby
Hey, hey
Well, well, well
Take out your bopper
And the stomper
Uh, BP sales fire up
Shucks, uh, uh
Bopped last night and the night before
I had to walk outside and then I went indoors
Bopped so hard I made the pigs peruse
They stood back and gave it all the blows
I did the bop, bop, they wouldn't let me stop
I kept on boppin' and rockin'
Had the whole house boppin'
I was boppin'
The major metronome, everybody's boppin'
Everywhere you go, you find 'em boppin'
The funky people just everybody's boppin'
Bop, shake, shake, shake it down
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Raise your leg and then you hump your back, child
Do your thing, don't you give no slack, yeah
I'm too young, child, and you're too old
But that don't mean that you got no soul
Rich can't bop and the poor can't hold
You can't bop until you're forty, boy
Boppin' from Maine to Mexico
Boppin' everywhere you go
Boppin' from Maine to Mexico
Boppin'
I'm too young, child, and you're too old
But that don't mean that you got no soul
Rich can't bop and the poor can't hold
You can't bop until you're forty, boy
Boppin' from Maine to Mexico
Boppin' everywhere you go
Boppin' from Maine to Mexico
Boppin'
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