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