That's right, you heard right, the Secret Word for tonight is Mud Shark! And of course with the Mud Shark Secret Word is the Mud Shark Arpeggio . . . a marvellous little arpeggio, and now the mating call of the adult male Mud Shark . . .
Mud Sh-sh-shark
THE MUD SHARK DANCING LESSON!
Mud Sh-sh-shark
Wait a minute . . . we're gonna do a little dancing . . . a little dancing thing called the Mud Shark . . . Now, this dance started up in Seattle
Yes . . .
The story . . .
Lemme tell you the story 'bout the Mud Shark . . .
Mud Sh-sh-shark
Bring the band on down behind me, boys . . .
Say! Good God! Ain't it funky! Say!
The origins of the Mud Shark are as follows . . .
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There's a motel in Seattle, Washington, called the Edgewater Inn . . . The Edgewater Inn is built out on a pier . . . so that means that when you look out your window you don't see any dirt, it's . . . got a bay or something out in your backyard . . .
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And to make it even more interesting, in the lobby of the aforementioned motel there's a bait and tackle shop where the residents can go down and, whenever they want to, rent a fishing pole and some preserved minnows and schlep back up to their rooms, open the window, stick their little pole outside and within a few minutes actually catch a fish of some sort that they can bring into their motel room and do whatever they want with it, you know what I mean?
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Now in this bay there's quite a variety of . . . fish!
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Not only do they have mud sharks up there, they got little octopusses that you can catch
Fish!
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And all of these denizens of the deep can come in real handy . . .
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Let's say you were a travelling Rock and Roll band called The Vanilla Fudge . . . let's say one night you checked into the Edgewater Inn with an 8mm movie camera . . .
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Enough money to rent a pole, and just to make it more interesting . . .
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A succulent young lady!
Nooo!
With a taste for the bizarre . . .
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My mind drifts back . . . to a meeting, a chance meeting in the Chicago O'Hare Airport . . .
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Where the members of The Vanilla Fudge told Don Preston about a home movie they made at the Edgewater Inn . . . with a mud shark!
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And I'm gonna tell you, this dance, the Mud Shark, is sweeping the ocean!
Hey! Mud Sh-sh-shark
Ah, we're goin'! Go 'head! Ah, we're goin'! Now we're gonna go out, somehow! Come one!
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
(Now show 'em what they do with the Mud Shark!)
Out
You go out
(Now show 'em what they do with the Mud Shark!)
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Hey!
Out
You go out
(Catch the Mud Shark)
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
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