Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

She's got a boyfriend anyway Do you say no And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van My shirt looks so good When it's just hanging off your back And she said use your hands and my spare time We've got one thing in common

She's got a boyfriend anyway Do you say no And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van My shirt looks so good When it's just hanging off your back And she said use your hands and my spare time We've got one thing in common

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

Gon' levitate, gon' levitate Don't sit down, don't sit down Two steppin' till the sun come up, come on Gon' get down, we gon' get down Get down so you gotta get up Now take your shoes off in here We don't need to talk (We don't need to talk) I said "I'm

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring

Got nothing to lose I'm feeling tip top I'm not gonna stop I ain't got a clue Tapping my shoes So watch me move Imma hit you like a hurrica-a-ane To a brand new day-ay-ay Rolled out of bed today