Mark Gillespie - Shake it Lyrics
the king is standing in the wingshe can't see through the bandagesbut he's gonna give it one more flingwhen the primma donna hits top Cshe says she's in the arms of the God of Dreamssays his name is MorpheusI think he just means morphinemorphinePeter's robbing Paul to pay the Prince of Darknesswho's poker-faced just like a pighe's doing the Tango, Lord he's changing partnerssend a flick and you get the gigyou wanna outrage the rage, and outlaw the Lawnot peter out, marking timenot *****-foot round on Queer St.with Dr. Zed at the head of the lineshake it, shake it, shake itSavonarola's on the Pianolahe's a rythm manon the boxsays he used to be a holy-roller yeahhe's gonna shake it till it really rocksshake it till it really rocks, shake ithe's in a sleepy dive with Mike the Angelnot much, it was a backdoor joba bootlegged baby sings, but she's on strikeshe's poodle-faking, just like a snoband she's speaking to you in anagramsdon't seem to make no sense at alland then she hands you an urgent telegramman, what can it be?"up against the wall, you bad mother.up against the wall"well, she's nervous and she starts to fiddleit looks like everybody here's on heatshe says she's just Precious Little sitting prettytrying to keep it sweet on the beatand there's a pervert in the playgroundcomes out after dark, stark *****and there's a white-faced freakstanding on the tight-ropebut he knows he ain't gonna make itshake it till it really rocks, shake it(nobody makes it!)and Savonarola's on the Pianolshe's a rythm man on the boxsays he used to be a holy rollerhe's gonna shake it till it really rocks, shake ithe's gonna shake itshake it till it really rocksshake it, wrap it up, please don't break itshake it till it rocksdon't have to fake it!shake it till it rocks
