he's got style that woman
Makes me smile that woman
She's got spunk that woman
Funk that woman
She's got speed my babe
Got what I need my babe
She's got the ability
To make a man outta me
CHORUS:
But most important of all
Let me tell you
My lady's got balls
She's got balls
She's got soul my lady
Likes to crawl my lady
All around the floor on her hands and knees
Oh because she likes to please me
CHORUS
And she's got taste my lady
Pace my lady
Makes my heart race
Idle juvenile on the street, on the street
Who is kicking everything with his feet, with his feet
Fighting on the wrong side of the law, of the law
Don't kick, don't fight, don't sleep at night
It's shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake it yeah
Keeping out of trouble with eyes in the back of my face
Kicking ass in the class and they tell me you're a damn disgrace
They tell me what they think but they stink and I really don't care
Got a mind of my own, move on, get out of my hair
CHORUS:
Shake a leg, shake your head
Shake a leg, wake the dead
Shake a leg, get stuck in
Shake a leg, shake a leg
yeah
Magazines, wet dreams, dirty women on machines for me
Big licks, skin flicks, trickey dick's are my chemistry
Goin' against the grain, trying to keep me sane with you
So stop your grinnin' and drop your linen for me
CHORUS
Shake it
Come on yeah, ow
Idle juvenile on the street, on the street
Kicking everything with his feet, with his feet
Fighting on the wrong side of the law, of the law
Spitting and biten' and kicking and fightin' for more
Shake a leg, shake your head
Shake a leg, wake the dead
Shake a leg, get stuck in
Shake a leg, play to win
Up in the morning and out to school
The teacher is teaching the golden rule
American history and practical maths
Study 'em hard and hoping to pass
Working your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone
Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunch room is ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom open your books
Gee but the teacher don't know how mean she looks
Hail hail rock 'n' roll
Soon as 3 o'clock rolls aroun'
You finally lay your burden down
Close up your books and get out of your seat
Down the hall and into the street
Up to the corner and 'round the bend
Right to the juke joint you go in
Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
New York, New York, New York
I feel safe in a cage in New York City
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
I'm a right out of controller
I'm a wheeler
I'm a dealer
I'm a wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser
I'm a cruiser
I'm a rockin' rollin' man
Got slicked back hair
Skin tight jeans
Cadillac car
And a teenage dream
Got the devil in you
Got the devil in me
Play a dangerous tune
Come on and dance with thee
You got to throw your fists up
Shout your mouth out
Beat the walls down
Got to freak out
Rock your little
Rock your little
Rock your little heart out
(yeah
yeah, yeah)
(You gotta rock it on down)
(yeah down)
Got everything you want
Got everything you need
Don't worry about the cost
Just sell your soul to me
You gotta bring the house down
Beat the drums loud
Bleed your life dry
Climb on lets fly
Rock your little
Rock your little
Rock your little heart out
Rock, rock your little heart out
(Rock it on down)
(ooh yeah)
(Cut your teeth on this)
(yeah)
You gotta put your foot down
Beat your chest hard
Blow your brains out
Feel her shout loud
You gotta rock your heart out
Rock your heart out
Rock your heart out
Rock your heart out
Daddy was workin' nine to five
When my Momma was havin' me
By the time I was half alive
I knew what I was gonna be
I left school and grew my hair
They didn't understand
They wanted me to be respected as
A doctor or a lawyer man
(But I had other plans)
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,
A rock 'n' roll star
Well I worked real hard and bought myself
A rock 'n' roll guitar
I gotta be on top some day
I wanna be a star
I can see my name in lights
And I can see the queue
I got the devil in my blood
Tellin' me what to do
(And I'm all ears)
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll,
a rock 'n' roll star
(I hear it pays well)
Well you can stick your nine to five livin'
And your collar and your tie
And stick your moral standards
'Cause it's all a dirty lie
You can stick your golden handshake
And you can stick your silly rules
See it on the television every day
Hear it on the radio
It ain't humid but it sure is hot
Down in Mexico
The boy is trying to tell me
Near enough to the edge
Say they've all been there
Too late my friend
CHORUS:
Riff raff
Always good for a laugh (ha ha ha)
Riff raff
Go on, laugh yourself in half
(Smile awhile)
Now I'm the kinda guy who can take a midnight shift
It Don't bother me
Somebody get me when I'm up
Livin' in misery
I've never shot nobody
Getting (bombed | bummed) out on booze
Got nothing to lose
Run out of money
Disposable blues
Sleazy hotels
Like living in hell
The girls on the hustle
With nothing to sell
Want something for nothing
It's always the same
Keep pushing and shoving
And I'm down on the game
Always in trouble
Forever detained
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And good riddance to bad luck
Well spread out the news
There's a free man loose
Back out of jail
And chasing some flooze
Bad luck has changed
Broken the chains
Lay down a claim
For monetary gains
Wonder what's coming
Out for the take
Freedom for loving
And lust for the taste
Eyes are wide open
Wild to the game
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And good riddance to bad luck
Goodbye and good riddance to bad luck
(Woo yeah
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
and good riddance to bad luck
oooh yeah
to bad luck
I put the finger on you yea
My hands all out of control
I can't stop it getting down on you
It's moving on it's own accord
Yes, I've got fire in my finger tips
Radiating onto you
I can't control it, can't even hold it
It's knocking on your door
And you know what it's for
CHORUS:
I put the finger right on you
I put the finger right on you
You put your finger on me too
Then I put the finger, I put the finger
Yeah I put the finger, I put the finger
I put the finger on you for sure
It's the key to unlocking your door, don't you know
I've broken through your security
My hands ain't tied no more, you better watch out
I can't control it, can't even hold it
Speaking up for pleasure
You can feel it on your ankle
Feel it on your knee
Feel it on your thigh
Can you feel me?
CHORUS
I can't control it, can't even hold it
Sneaking up on your front door
You can feel it on your ankle
