Shake, Rattle, Honey

(hey, hey, hey!)

Put your dancing shoes underneath the bed,

I got a rhythm running through my head,

There’s a jukebox screaming down the hall,

And I ain’t sitting down till they close the door.

Shake, rattle, honey, don’t you stop,

Move that rhythm from the bottom to the top,

Shake, rattle, honey, let it roll,

You got a little bit of thunder in your soul!

The drummer’s sweating through his Sunday shirt,

The piano player’s making that keyboard hurt,

Saxophone screaming like a runaway train,

And everybody’s dancing like they’re never going home again. (hahaha!)

One step left!

Two steps right!

Spin around, baby—

Hold me tight!

Shake, rattle, honey, don’t you stop,

Make the floorboards jump and make the ceiling rock,

Shake, rattle, honey, let it roll,

You got a little bit of thunder in your soul!

(oh yeah!) (woo!)